There is no substitute for…

  • …early Chicago. I mean the musical group, not the midwestern metropolis. The soulfully delivered and contemplative lyrics layered with that glorious soundscape of horns, and unified into a whole with truly timeless production, comprise one of the finest popular music experiences of all time.
  • …the lapping waves at the sea’s edge. One of my earliest beach memories is of planting my feet and letting the water wash over them. I love the slight tickle of sand being pulled from under my feet as the water recedes. I still make it a point to do that, and consider it meditatively, at least once on every beach trip. Sometimes I stand there long enough for the action to bury my feet completely. I feel God there as profoundly as I ever feel Him anywhere.
  • …that first pull on a fresh cigarette in a relaxed environment. The mechanics of the smoke, the drug hitting your brain…aaaahhhh. Though it’s been seven years since I experienced this one, I still get the memory back quite viscerally when someone is smoking a suitable distance away. The relaxed environment is important. Smoking just for substance maintenance, such as a quick one at work, isn’t nearly the same thing. I told Lea that if I make it to 80, I’m starting back. Perhaps I will feel differently should that day come.

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