Flagstones....the particular smell of them, in the sun, on a hot humid summer day in Pennsylvania.  The sweat from my feet making dark grey toe and soul marks along the flagstone, running, to keep from burning.  ah, the cool of the cement porch in the shade on my feet.  And then a warm coke from a glass bottle in the garage making the bubbles rushing out sound as I pour it into a plastic glass, and sip.  A rest.  And then back out to the smell of hot flagstone on a hot summer's day. 

My deepest beliefs.  They are so deep down in the well of my heart and mind and body, I have difficulty describing them, talking about them, bringing them to light.  Its because I care too much.  If I were to share them, they might disolve, fly away, abandon me.  On the rare occasion when I do share them, describe them, talk with others about them, in hushed wishpers, I find that many of them are known and shared already.  What a wonderful comfort for the deepest well of my heart.