-The crackle of the WoodWick candle my Grandmother gave me. The initials on the candle are WW (like mine), and it has a wooden wick that crackles like a mini fire when it's lit. It's as close as I get to crackling fire in my tiny apartment.-The man who works in the kitchen at seminary and always greets me when I get water from the refectory for the bookstore's plants. He is always so friendly to me, and today he said "you have a good day, now, you hear?" as I left.
-As I drove with my windows down, the sweetest floral smell wafted into my window. I couldn't see where the flowers were, but it made my drive home in traffic sweeter.
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