Cherries in the fridge. Iced tea morning noon and night. Lemonade. Toast.
AC in the afternoon. The breeze sifting through the trees in the morning. Windchimes. Sitting on the patio for an hour or two, writing.
A beautiful, big, wonderful dog who wants to go on a walk, morning noon and night, and who greets us at the door with a whole-body wag.
Realizing that I have the doldrums every single summer at the exact same time, a realization which allows me to mitigate it, even if a little, even just by writing a list of the good things.
Writing, always. Always.
An old friend, a new friend, the oldest friend.
Daughters and sons, hither and yon.
The beautiful, loyal, funny and smart historian, who is always on my side.