Smell of woodsmoke
The bite of the evening's breeze
A husky, dry maple smell pevading the air
Leaves snap against bare feet, the wet ones underneath, still tinged with dew sticking to the bottoms of toddler toes.
A table of family members
A yardsale where the dead once lived
Sleep that comes too early to make it restful
A taste that something is so delicious that you hope it haunts your mouth for eternity
Accepting
Releasing
A breakfast invitation
A chance to start over when the alarm goes off
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