Lunch dates at the country club and easy, warm conversations meandering through new relationships, sewing them together, brothers and sisters in Christ.
Mom's way of playing with Nora and the books she and Nora have written when I return home about friendly sharks and making friends.
The space I'm sitting in at the library and the shelf of magazines I can check out and take home to read like a treasure chest: Grit and Horticulture and Garden Design and Country Gardens and Garden Gate. The fireplace and the low gong of the grandfather clock and I wonder how many have made this a little getaway as I have.
How bread turns golden and how fields look like waves and for thinking about what I want to do in my classes this semester, my plan to learn with them.
And for sentence fragments, the luxury of a comma splice, the incomplete