The first drops from a great bottle of wine spun with a wisp of air splashing over my tongue.
A ray of afternoon autumn sun breaking through the clouds shining down on the maple tree leaves that have nearly all turned crimson but not yet fallen.
The drowsy waking realization that the baby slept all night… and so did I.
The exact moment when Luciano Pavarotti releases his hold on the middle syllable of the final ‘vincero’ in Nessun Dorma and the pitch falls while the orchestra rises.
Stepping outside, inhaling the first breath of warm, moist, springish, hopeful morning air after a long cold winter.
The split second between anticipation and an imminent sneeze.
The last sentence of A Farewell to Arms.
Bare feet in green grass.
and...
My gaze meeting yours.
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