What adds delight to my life?

Waking to the scent of coffee brewing, of mixing the sugar and milk and slowly savoring the first sip.
Spotting the first skunk cabbage, hepatica, twin leaf in the still barren, brown and cold winter woods, witnessing signs of the coming warmth while bundled in my winter coat and scarf.
Late afternoon light in the woods.
The way the air shifts and changes on a walk, warm in the open meadow and like a smooth cold stone on my cheek in the shade by a stream.
Knowing when and where to expect the moon, following its phases.
Molly, my dog, her innocence, her purity, her joy in just being, her renewed excitement over the same things again and again, dancing in circles in anticipation of the same meal that she eats every single day.
Sinking into a book when I know I am reading just the right thing at just the right time.
Noticing what seems to be insignificant – a tiny mushroom growing from a fallen branch, the odd ice formations on the bank of a creek, the delicate little bloom peeking from the leaf litter or amongst the refuse of the ditch.
Witnessing the sparsely abundant growth of spring, when the once delicate and unsure little seedlings just begin to burst with the confidence of survival.
The first bite of cold watermelon on a sultry summer day.