Sitting in the sun and feeling tiny prickles of rain on my bare arms.
Sounds of entertainment drifting up Mount Sion from the Pantiles as if the town is having a party.
Watching the lime tree opposite from a central point below it. When there is a gust of wind, it looks as though someone is shaking the tree from within the canopy. As the gust subsides the individual branches sway gently as though waving goodbye.