The smell of freshly made dark chocolates with raspberry centers.
The smell of jet fuel. Fresh coffee. Pomegranate Noire. Melted ski wax. Whatever you like.
The view of a mountain peak through a break in storm clouds, glacier hanging suspended in cloud tendrils.
The smile of remembrance on the face of a loved one.
Every morning. Every sunset—even hidden by clouds.
Living in a tent with antiques (Contributed by Shannon P. Gilligan)
A voice. A tone. A sound. Music--- a note or two or more.
A challenge to overcome, create, accept, give up, give, believe.
Change in all its powerful, frightening mystery.
Possibility ---- and its companion Hope.
Passports and airline tickets (how banal, but they work)
And then………. (things)
The smell of jet fuel. Fresh coffee. Pomegranate Noire. Melted ski wax. Whatever you like.
The view of a mountain peak through a break in storm clouds, glacier hanging suspended in cloud tendrils.
The smile of remembrance on the face of a loved one.
Every morning. Every sunset—even hidden by clouds.
Living in a tent with antiques (Contributed by Shannon P. Gilligan)
A voice. A tone. A sound. Music--- a note or two or more.
A challenge to overcome, create, accept, give up, give, believe.
Change in all its powerful, frightening mystery.
Possibility ---- and its companion Hope.
Passports and airline tickets (how banal, but they work)
And then………. (things)
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