Waking up in the morning and seeing that the marine layer has turned the hillside into a Japanese water color.

Watching crisp, fallen leaves helplessly roll along the ground when a diabolical Santa Ana blows.

Hearing the swish of the tree tops when they bow and dip and dance in the wind.

Seeing a baby smile at me even if the smile is induced by gas instead of affection.

I have a grown son. It cost me five dollars in medical charges to have him in a hospital in Canada. I call him my five buck baby.

When I used to breast feed him, it seemed like the world would stop turning and I'd spend forever staring down at him and he'd stare up at me.

He had no idea that his meal and my eyes had anything to do with each other.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Studying my mother's face in an old photograph.

Hearing people laugh uncontrollably at something I think is funny too.

Watching love stories with happy endings.

Crying from joy and emotional release when my lover makes me come. It's not the same when I make myself come.

I'm getting older but I'm not getting old. One shouldn't be considered getting old until one is gaining on 80 and hopefully, the years between 50 something and 70 something can be the best years ever. If you're lucky there may be a wrinkled hand to hold and a twinkle in your lover's eye that has never gone away.

These are a few of my favorite things.

A smile from a total stranger.

Smelling the ocean on Easter morning as the sun rises and appreciating what resurrection is all about.

Strolling on a path strewn with pine needles and talking excitedly about philosophical things with a friend.

Watching a magnificent sunset. Imagining tomorrow's will be even better.

While we're busy killing ourselves and each other with guns and cars and everything the legalized drug companies have to offer, it's important to remember something. Anything.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Experiencing a quiet moment.

Hearing the first bird peep in the morning if I've gotten enough sleep.

Singing along, at the top of my lungs, to Jamiroquai or Marvin Gaye when I know absolutely no one can hear me.

Reading a poem.