The way sunlight slants into my favourite coffee shop at 9am
That satisfying sound of snow crunching under boots
Savouring that first piece of cheesecake after a two-year hiatus
Writing one of those haikus I know is a banger
Coming across, in a novel or non-fiction essay, le mot juste, that perfect word or phrase, that just pleases a part of me that I didn’t know could be satisfied with such a poignant sentence.
Reveling in a today-I-learned lesson gleaned from a yummy podcast.
Getting a freelance pitch accepted by an editor I’ve never worked with before. (Hello, Popular Mechanics!)
Learning a power chord on guitar.
Finding that sentimental lighter under your couch cushions.
Hearing my niece tell a story despite how rambling and nonsensical it is. I could listen to hear share her favourite ads in the Yellow Pages and I’d be all smiles.
Beholding an Albertan mountain range that propels you into a state of awe you’ve been craving for decades.
Rewatching a Monty Python skit that reminds me of my father.
Being on stage, beholding an audience of 150 there to enjoy a show I helped launch, realizing they wouldn’t be enjoying this art on stage if it weren’t for you and your friends running events for fun, for the love of it all.
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