shivers

An intense sense of peace when you open your eyes first thing in the morning. Fresh pineapple with every meal. Many people singing grace. Red-headed friends. The swish of long skirts as you walk over mud. Enlivened conversation about pigging dogs. A handsome gent who really really wants to hold your hand. Old relatives who all look the same. Four colours of ink that write in my Typo book about how great is my God. Fourteen hymns a day. The good kind of shivers down your spine. Stories from Mexico. Casting aside doubts. Yellow and orange umbrellas, too small to keep 2 people dry in the rain. Hard wooden chairs, sometimes a cushion. Young couples who want to get married next year. Black tea and honest conversation for supper. Thumping hearts and grinning faces. Prayer.