Echoes that entices, suffices

In the quagmire ooze of daily trudge, where the mire of monotony clings cold, congealed in sorrow, it takes only a spark of inspiration, to transform an ordinary morsel into a shimmering taste of sheer joy. Echoes that entices, suffices. I carry my sample bag handy, stocked with my pet peeves in reverse. Tiny things that you take time to notice, and create space for, that bring gemstones of joy shining: The smell of rain, with storm's first drops. The wispy waft of coffee, freshly brewed. A rare bird sighted or heard, out of season. A few chords of a beloved song. Warm socks from the dryer. A wink, glace, a tiny half-backed smile. First touch of warm hands. Fresh bread from the oven. Noticing my things I placed in extraordinary ways. A doodle scribbled on my notepad Inspiring word or phrases recorded. Doing things at half-speed, to spool like honey. In all these little ways on long days these echoes entice, suffice.