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I like cooking hot cocoa on the stove, serving it in out tall glasses with the metal handles, with two marshmallows on top and two on the side. I like it so much I just did it.
I like that Oscar (my dog) crawled up on the bed this morning, stepped over between us, and lay behind me with his head on my pillow.
I like the smell of the sea coming off a light surf while my feet absorb the warmth of the sand.
I like kookaburras on the power pole out front chuckling up a sunrise or a sunset.
I like slicing off a large piece of Parmigiano-Reggiano and just savouring it for itself.
The smell of mangoes makes me, quite literally, giddy.
On a warm summer night, the feel of the marginally cooler water in the pool directly caressing me all over, including the skinny-dipped googly bits, while I float on my back and look up through the cane palms at the stars.
A "decisive moment" perfectly captured.
Cooking long and slow and having the result come out more than worth the hours.
Bodysurfing a large wave all the way into shore from out the back, right up to the point where you actually "beach" yourself.
The Loved One, laughing uncontrollably at something on TV (almost inevitably Australia's Funniest Home Videos the subject video being rewound and slow-mo'd repeatedly by myself, to maintain the hysteria).
Honey-joys.
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