- Soft socks. Pablo Neruda wrote Ode To My Socks, and I can relate. Bamboo fibers are the softest.
- Coffee with coconut sugar and coconut milk added. In my Oregon coffee cup.
- Pungent smell of the ocean when matter washes ashore.
- Stars on trash night. Makes a chore into a place of joy.
- Foghorn. Sadly, it is gone now. But I can hear it in my memories.
What are your sensorial joys? I would love for you to chime in.
Have a blessed weekend. One filled with joy, no matter your circumstances.