Having a cocktail sitting on the porch in front of an open fire, with a snowshoe hare pausing in it’s nightly travels to stare for a second. Listening to the rain pattering on the roof during the night, with a small warming fire in the woodstove. Hearing the sounds of the forests without the clamor of other people – the drops of rain dripping from the trees onto the forest floor. A bird in the hemlock singing in the morning despite the dreary weather. Going to the small store down the road for breakfast and being asked if I want my bacon soft or crunchy, and whether or not I want onions in my home fries hon. Having more food served than I can eat for less than six bucks. Overhearing the owner offer someone that had some bad luck breakfast on the house, and intentionally paying that forward by leaving a hefty tip for my more than I could eat breakfast eliciting a “God Bless you Dear”. Stepping outside for a pee at two in the morning to realize again that when there is no man-made light for miles, it never really gets dark. Even in the rain I could see some of my shadowy surroundings. Moments to live for, and the way life should be.