husband. fresh air and wind. peonies. cannabis for my sick kid. not having to split tiny, unsplittable pills. barbara. sitting alone in the eveningstar theater with a bag of popcorn. gardening. long views. bourbon on the rocks. sunlight and golden fields. seventeen seizure-free days. date night. drinks with the gals on a warm afternoon in the shade of a balcony built over the river. smutty humor. laughter. green. wes anderson films. azaleas. calm boy. smiling boy. toddies on the porch with woody. dancing by myself to a live blues trio in a narrow space amongst a happy crowd in a dark tavern where no one else is dancing, where the bartenders are funny and michael is within arm's reach watching me with a smile on his face. sleep, if i could get some. friends and neighbors. summer.