Have you ever walked into somebody’s home and been pleasurably assaulted by the smell of brownies cooling on a rack?
Or heard the welcome patter of rain as it falls on a parched driveway?
How about a bunch of golden kumquats bravely clinging to the branches of a barren tree – that you had given up on – ever seen a more gratifying sight?
And when a child throws grubby arms about you, her face pressed into your neck, could anything be more precious than the feel of her skin, warm against yours?