reading good books, physical exercise to the point of exhaustion, preparing meals for yourself and the ones you love with style and care, lots and lots of music but also the ambient sounds of the world, watching movies, appreciating how light colors things, et al.
"Proust summer" I mumble to myself whilst I sit alone in my bedroom, jealous, sick with yearning, thinking I will write, not writing, reading, watching the hours slip past whilst I lose myself in memories of things past.