There's nothing like the smell of a bakery in the morning. The smell of sweet breads coming out of the oven, fresh and warm...it 's just a sheer delight. When the butter melts across the bread and the warmth in your hands is about to be turned into sweet tasting awesome,, it's just a moment where you're aware of nothing else but just how amazing everything is.
Small things, baby. Small things are the way to go.
Or a thunderstorm on a hot day. How the steam rises up from the concrete, the sound of a shower that stretches on for miles...clothes slapping against skin and smiles under those brewing, grey clouds.
What about being buried in sand on a hot beach? Or the feeling of a cold beer gliding down your throat? Or enjoying a nice, warm sunbeam?
so many delights, man...so many moments out there. It's ridiculous that I gotta remind myself to stop and enjoy 'em.
Small things, baby. Small things are the way to go.
Or a thunderstorm on a hot day. How the steam rises up from the concrete, the sound of a shower that stretches on for miles...clothes slapping against skin and smiles under those brewing, grey clouds.
What about being buried in sand on a hot beach? Or the feeling of a cold beer gliding down your throat? Or enjoying a nice, warm sunbeam?
so many delights, man...so many moments out there. It's ridiculous that I gotta remind myself to stop and enjoy 'em.
Also, you're alive, that's good.