Sunshine. Smiles. Intricate beauty bringing tears to my eyes. Feeling. Loving. Growing from pain. Holding flavours on my tongue, consciously noting their subtleties and pleasures. Giving sorrow space. Conscious breath filling my lungs. Enough sleep to feel rested. Paying attention to textures. Touch. Remembering that however alone I may feel, I can reach out and connect if I choose to. Treats. Choice. Hugs.