I was thinking of how to grill the salmon tonight, figuring I would just salt and pepper and lemon it and then fold each fillet into a foil packet. I remembered that rosemary is good on salmon, and thought, damn, I wish I had gotten some at the store earlier today.

Then I remembered that Louise has a massive rosemary bush growing in the backyard. I walked out to it, through the wet grass and in the dark of twilight, cut three small sprigs, and cooked them with the fish.

Yet another reason to love being here.