One of my favorite times is that transition of the sky between being black and when the sun comes starts to come up and make everything a pale shade of blue

The quiet of it
Cars, freeway, trains in the morning

Overcast beaches
The salty smell of the air from the ocean
The sound the waves make
The sound of the wind blowing past your ear
Blowing your hair
Cool wind while in warm clothes

Warm sand
Sweet sunblock on the skin of others
Glints of sunlight on the ocean

Big clouds, like the paintings
Colors
Clear blue sky
California Poppies
Really green grass
Warm track
Roller coaster screams
Weightlessness

Audience murmurs
The sound of rain when you don't have to go outside
And the way it looks in street lights
Thunder
Space heaters
The background noise of tv shows
Feeling and hearing soft breath as they sleep
Feeling the warmth of their bodies
Sinking into sleep in a puddle of blankets

City lights across the water at night
The quiet of it