pedestrians checking out their appearances in window reflections.

unselfconscious gestures in general.

handwriting of friends.

rats in the subway when I lived in Chicago, because I always found a comfort in the fact that something wild still lived in there.

thunderstorms.

empty spaces. big expanses of sky.

rusty gold picture frames.

bodies of water. any, all. (I'm only picky when it comes to choosing ones to swim in.)