Aesthetic:

A stack of worn gold bracelets.
A summer dress.
A jeans jacket.
A knit hat in winter.
A flannel.
Sweatpants or jeans shoved into boots.
A warm mug in my hands.
A candle lit on the table.
The sun coming through straight pines.
The way the water ripples and makes waves.
A shock of color on a drab background.
My instruments and worn wood.
The squeak of the guitar.
The wandering pitch of my piano.
Dirt under my nails.
The quilt on the porch my grandfather’s girlfriend made.
The wood floors at home.
The stairs at church.
The white congregational church against the night sky.
The sound of a voice breaking ice.
Vaulted ceiling. 
The blue color of fresh snow.
The way the shadows lie.
The crispness of the cold air.