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Rain on a tin roof, chilled wine on a hot day, the crackle and spit of an open fire.

The feel of the breeze on my face when a cool change arrives.

Breaking the water’s skin for that first swim of summer.

The sting in my cheeks on a frosty morning;

A child’s hand in mine when I cross the street.


The simple things.


Newspaper print on my fingers, passionfruit pulp, toast in the morning and barefeet on a cold floor.

Barefeet in the sand, barefeet dipped in water on the pool’s edge, barefeet next to another’s in bed.

A hot shower.

A burning candle.

A good book.


The simple things.


My song of the moment, full boar on the stereo.

A ladybird perched on the end of my finger;

Holding hands; a touch on the small of my back;




A love letter from my kids;

A fish on the end of the line; rock-salt caramel ice-cream; sushi.

A smell, a taste, of somewhere else, somewhere new. Memories.

Autumn leaves, popcorn at the movies, a view from a mountain peak.

Hot chips anytime, anywhere; the smell of the ocean; birds at dawn; a rose.



So many of them, those simple things. They keep me going.


Karina Grift
Karina Grift
I am an artist and writer living in Melbourne, Australia. Professionally I am a freelance journalist, editor and media consultant. I paint and write for sanity and the challenge.


  1. Irene says:

    Very true unfortunately most people are too busy, or think they are to stop & enjoy the simple things in life

  2. Corrie says:

    That’s beautiful and I agree 100% Stop and smell the roses .

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