It's the good things that fill you up, you know?
Freshly washed-and-dried hair.
Those last days of summer where everything you do seems to matter more than it did in the middle of June.
The nip of fall in the air.
Unexpected evening conversations--the kind where you talk about some unexamined facet of life or mystery of godliness for longer than you expected to.
Perfume that fits your personality (it's a thing).
Lightning over Timpanogos.
The finer things of life.