there are days i wonder how cynical i’ve become. i find myself thinking something harsh and jaded, and it disturbs me. so instead of indulging in this cynicism, i’m going to indulge in a journey through things that make me happy.
i like dewy mornings with cirrus clouds and the scent of spring greenery and humid earth. i like showing up to see that there are leaves where buds were yesterday. and i like herbal tea.
i like getting caught in sudden downpours and thunderstorms in the night. i like waking curled against someone, and knowing his scent when the sun returns. i like the breeze of a fan as i sleep at night, and sounds of the ocean in my ears. i like splashing through shallow shores where tiny shells wink through shifting sand like sleep-filled eyes.
i like long kisses and knowing smiles. i like the quiet of the night and the stillness of seeing morning from the wrong side of the sun. i like the deep, primal beat of drums and how my heart strives to match their rhythms. i like to weave the threads of words upon a page, savoring each sound and syllable and meaning.
i like the fathomless hushing roar of the sea and the tremulous almost-fear it inspires. i like jewel-bright valleys with green turned to gold in the glittering sun. i like hot cereal on lazy mornings and kissing water droplets from warm skin. i like the slide of soft sheets and pillow cocoons.
i like naps and drowsing into slumber when eyelids grow heavy and fall. i like waking to warm hands and soft sighs and even a lover’s morning breath. i like woolen blankets and smooth fabrics.
i like the first drink of a cold beer and the hazy glow of a pub. i like the silken peat-flavor of single malt scotch. i like complex melodies and interwoven harmonies and rhythms that surprise me. i like minor keys and songs that stay with me. i like concerts and dancing. i like losing myself in a song and the sound of voices blending. i like singing in stairwells.
i like foreign streets and stone walls. i like ruins of castles and climbing crests of jutting rocks to watch the waves strike and splash. i like puddles and climbing trees. i like when cats blink at me, and when dogs wag their tails. i like kittens ‘paws and happy puppy breath. i like when birds sing what sounds like catcalls.
i like nuances of languages. i like pleasant surprises. i like to run my fingers through someone’s hair and feel its softness. i like holding hands and laying with someone’s head on my stomach.
i like the smell of mint, vanilla, lemon. the scent of rising and baking bread. i like the way the earth smells after it rains, and the rich forest scent of moss and loam. i like the smell of chamomile tea and summer in the southern states, of plants and dirt and humidity.
i like vampires and cemeteries at night. scary movies in the flickering dark. i like superheroes and graphic novels. waking under warm covers and sleeping curled in a ball. i like watching the stars and seeing them fall. i like knowing their names. i like seeing who lives in the heavens and watching orion move across the sky in vain pursuit of ursa major and pegasus as cassiopeia watches upside down on her throne.
i like the voices of history that come from worn pages and faded inks. ghosts of people long dead who hover by shattered remnants of their once-bright vitality.
i like bare skin and soft breathing. warm hugs…and….
Posted on 14 March, 2009, in meanderings, snapshots life, thoughts and tagged change, clouds, happy, hope, joy, kisses, lemon, life, like, lovers, movement, music, silence, single malt scotch, slumber, sound, vampires, vanilla, water. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.