(Old half-baked post from my drafts..)

- Sight of a squirrel, napping peacefully on my backyard fence.

- Sound of a kiss from adjacent room, most likely by a dad on forehead on his beloved sleeping son. 

- Sight of his baby fingers lifting his pant little up and scratching the itch on the ankle all by themselves.

- Sound of a laughter.

  Sights and sounds, too mundane yet too precious.