What I've grown to love too much to leave

Rolos.

Contrition.

The embrace of the wind.

Fear.

Dreams of the stars.

Trembling.

Coaching kids playing basketball.

Regret.

A spartan, austere existence.

Awakening.

Chicken Soup.

A mat I need to take up.

The music of a favorite band.

Softness, goodness.

My friends' kids coming up and giving me a hug.

Sleep.

A smile.

The funnel and the fire.

Indecision and uncertainty.

Service.

Ultimate Frisbee.

Thought.

E-mail from someone out of the blue.

Faith.

A dark room to sleep in at night.

Hope.

The company of men given something to say.

Love.

Love.