Mine is the cool feeling of cotton sheets when you climb into bed for the first time. I always take a second and think, "this feels amazing."
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I actually like this one so much, I set my alarm for when I have to get up AND one hour before that. In my morning stupor I have that little panic and then success when I realize I have one hour left to sleep. I know this is terrible for your REM sleep and has no benefits aside from that "little feeling".
The aesthetic of both the color scheme and flowing ballet of fluid dynamics of cream into a cup of coffee. Steam from the top and the anticipation of that first sip. The smell. The delirium of a new morning and maybe even the warmth of heater on my pajamas. Maybe I'm in a restaurant, the chaos of the talking customers and rushing waitstaff projecting a stark contrast to the act of simply mixing a perfect cup of coffee. I can say with certainty that whether I've just woken up at home next to someone I love. Or I'm in a shit restaurant in Las Vegas hung over, shirt on backwards, a stripper's number written on my forehead, jammed into a seat in a building with dozens of other people I'll never know. I always enjoy my cup of coffee. The experience from beginning to finish is almost a meditation for me. #coffee
Deeply Breathing in the fresh air during a impromptu thunderstorm. Or deep breaths of fresh air in general. I was living in the city for about 7 years and was unaware what truly fresh air is until I took a trip to Alaska and was hiking around the glaciers...that feeling of experiencing it for the first time...
I love that feeling! I think one of my favourite scents is that dry, humid smell you get just before rainfall on a particularly dry day. Think it's fantastic. And on the point of truly fresh air; I live in a city 2/3rds of the year, yet I travel home to rural North Wales for small periods of times to visit family. The second I step out of the car at home the freshness of the air is astounding. Feels like my lungs can actually breathe.
Mines maybe slightly less picturesque… A good writing pen. As someone who despite making a living from drawing by hand. I have the handwriting of a child throwing a tantrum with a spider hopping around in the ink. A good pen that seems to compensate for this is like my holy grail.
When you flip over your pillow to the cool side. It's something so simple, yet so wonderful.
Oh, the rain, the rain. I live in the desert, in a land cracked with drought. My city drinks from a river that forgot how to run, under a sky that forgot how to cry. I live along the river, the once mighty Rio Grande, but I can walk across her aching back. You could drop a match and light the sky. You could breathe the local green chile stew and ignite the trees, evaporate the train station. But, oh! When it rains, even when the rain is nothing but sparse mist, I run outside, outstretch my arms, feel the moisture seek my open pores. It's been too long since I've felt the sky's wet embrace.
The sounds of waves crashing in on an empty beach, particularly at night with no gulls. I can sit on an empty beach for hours with my eyes closed. It feels like time has stopped completely.
Yeah, I agree. I can set up a beach chair at edge of the water and listen to the waves for hours, it's soooooooo soothing. I just visited Point Pleasant Beach, NJ for the first time since hurricane Sandy on Wednesday. It's sad to see the destruction but I also came to the realization that I may not be able to enjoy one of my favorite spots this summer.
The first morning pee, especially when it's in the shower
Like how so? Some (/me gasps) think perfectly cooked is "well done", yet others its med-rare to medium. (medium here)
From my understanding as a grill cook (ala a decade), air exposure is the big factor in killing the dangerous bacteria. Processed meat, such as ground beef is much riskier to undercook because of all the air/bacteria it is exposed to. Steak and other cuts of beef on the other hand, charring the outside takes care of most of the dangers. I do agree though, i don't want to chew rubber, although I have made quite a few "Pittsburgh Rares". Charred on the outside basically raw in the middle. Apparently it came from the Pittsburgh area as the coal miners would throw their steak on the coal fires and burn the outside very quickly.
Afternoon showers in the deep south. It might only last 5-10 minutes, but those few minutes of relief from the humidity makes my day. Granted, as soon as it stops raining, it is right back to sweat inducing torture.
I like to enjoy little rituals every day. Like making my first cup of coffee. I choose the bean, grind them in my hario manual grinder (takes some time and effort), choosing if I should brew it using AeoroPress (for espresso/americano) or french press. Also in the evening I like to take a long shower and reflect on the day gone by, what went good and bad, try to figure out why and what I can do the next day to make the good things happen more and the bad things less. After that I sit a while in my favorite chair and either watch one of my regular shows on TV or read a book, depending on the mood. In between these two my days can be quite stressful and one day is rarely like the other, which is why I think it's important with daily rituals - even if you're not religious, it's just a thing I learnt keeps me in a much better mood. I try to think of them as quite holy rituals, as I'm always amazed at how calm and collected deeply religious people I've spoken with tend to be, which I think is much down to the psychological effect of rituals (and also in being able to have faith in a power larger than you - which I sadly cannot). Edit: also hello hubski - I really like the "tempo" of this site, think I'll stay.
Looking at trees in Nature. I love looking at the colors and the wind blowing through them :) It makes me feel alive.
The understated simplicity of great music. So many musicians get caught up in the process of song writing and production that they forget the best tracks are often the simplest. What makes great music is the subtleties and nuances; it's not what you hear, it's what you feel.
Reading while it's raining, cracking open the window ever so slightly. The smell of old parchment just blends so well with the smell fresh rain. That, and spending time with a loved one, appreciating every last second because you well understand the indifference of time and reality. Your loved one might just not be there tomorrow.
Fresh rain smell... Old parchment. I really wish I would rain now. Luckily I live in the UK!
The view out of my room, both morning and evening. I see all those people getting to/from work. All of them in a rush. I can't help but think that everybody is so busy while I am standing there, looking at them, just starting or ending my day. Somehow it makes me feel good. Also, the smoothness of my skin after a good shave is something I always appreciate.
Sunsets/sunrises. They can be so glorious and are always different. I feel that they are ignored by everyone going though the day, trying to get home, worrying about what to make for dinner, waiting for the clock to reach the :00 so they can leave the job they hate. I always watch, if only for a minute and just take it all in......then back to the craziness.