The sound of my father's laughter (Mork & Mindy reruns usually do it); the sound of my mother's voice singing "I left my heart in San Fransico"; the intimacy shared between a man and a woman- man&man, woman&woman (where applicable); Paul Harvey; the sight of a baby Robbin receiving its first flight lesson; a spider drinking from a drop of water; swans with their necks entangled, forming a heart; the wee-small outfit which my Godmother saved for forty-two years- the one I was baptized in, & the long-ago dreams that, one day, a child of mine would wear that same set of clothing; the scent of autumn leaves warmed by the sun; a good Chardonnay,

and so on and so forth.