The look from across the room.
#112
Happening to catch sight of unkempt, half-sleepy neighbors first thing in the morning before they've had a chance to tidy themselves up for the day.
#101
The longevity of my love for Tom Waits. (I remember playing "Murder in the Red Barn" for my freshman or sophomore high school poetry class as an example of a ballad.)





#84
When you put your boots on the heater to dry out and everything starts to suddenly smell like warm feet.
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