Treasure Hunt

Front porches. Falling leaves. Red brick. Hot chocolate. Giggling children. Loud music. Swing dancing. Frosty mornings. Comfortable jeans. Sunrise yoga. Cheerful emails. Long conversations. Romantic comedies. Pumpkin muffins. Midday sunshine. Fuzzy mittens. Flickering candles. Lazy Sundays. Warm house. Laptop computer. Caring neighbors. Three-mile runs. I-tunes downloads. Black pens. Meaningful work. Diverse neighborhood. Milk-drenched Oreos. Red rocker. Bedtime stories. Loyal friends. Chilly weather. Holiday plans. Couch cuddling. Acrylic paint. Dedicated team. Music City. Truth books. Red hair. Peanut-butter bread. Turtleneck sweaters. Friendly texts. Marshmallowy sweet potatoes. Family gatherings. Empty notebooks. Pearl jewelry. 40’s crooners. Afternoon naps. English novels. Cinnamon pinecones. Hopeful outlook. Belly laughs. Constant prayers.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” -Thornton Wilder