The salty scent of the seas, the way it used to be before it began to lose its salinity and lifeforms- The smell of cotton candy and the sights and sounds on a loud, crowded midway- Remembering my children when they were infants- Revisiting favorite movies, "Miss Truvy, I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair -" Accepting that I never grew out of being socially awkward- Thinking about each grandchild and experiencing a loving, unique connection with each - Rereading favorite poems, The More Loving One by Auden, The Draft Horse by Frost, The Country by Billy Collins, Atavism by William Stafford, Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye- Sharing ..