There are a lot of little pleasures in the world: swirling iced coffee so the sugary bottom can mix, the silence of the world around 3 AM, laying in fresh grass, waves washing over sandy toes. I find that summertime is the time when the world reminds us of its beauty through these little pleasures that we forget about in the winter when the air is crisp but quiet. One of the beautiful things about writing is that it makes you feel (or maybe that’s just me). But sometimes when I want to remind myself why I’m here, breathing and being, I read my own writing. There’s nothing quite like that. I can sometimes remind myself of these feelings just by skimming the words that once darted through my mind at that moment. To me, that is beautiful.