A mug of strong black tea with plenty of milk and sweetener.
The sound of a cockatiel grinding its beak, a sound of peace and contentment.
The sweet-salty scent of a cockatiel’s feathers, rather like white corn chips.
Spotting a cardinal in a tree.
Good creamy yogurt.
Hot baths with scented salts.
The first time I play the soundtrack of A Charlie Brown Christmas in December.
An afternoon nap.
A glass of good red wine.
Simple, uncomplicated sense pleasures are the food of the soul.