I like being in the house alone, the green of the grass during spring, chamomile tea, the moment before a thunderstorm starts, windchimes, 5 cent candies, finding something you thought you lost, sea breezes, long walks with no destination, pretty rings, exotic animals, old vintage cars, birds that eat from your hand, the smell of coffee, leather, the city of Amsterdam, old silk, rotten driftwood, the silhouette of mountains against a beautiful west coast sunset, clouds, paint that’s the perfect amount of dry vs. wet, the blue of the sky on a sunny day, classes that we do nothing in, the way metal gets very warm in the sunlight, copper, meeting a stranger’s eye from across the room, saran wrap, ripping paper, playing with balloons, circuses, drawings that turn out perfect, organized gardens, a perfect latte, horses, the smell of fresh paint, remembering a dream you had months ago, bread that’s been perfectly toasted, the pattern burnt milk makes at the bottom of a saucepan, being outside on warm summer nights, postcards, people who know constellations, fresh snow that’s completely untouched, the pattern grass makes against your skin when you’ve been pressed against it for a while, the feeling of wind between your fingers when you stick your hand out the window in a fast moving car, catching up with old friends, hot chocolate, freshly baked cookies, eccentric streetstyle.
I also like remembering a random lyric to a song you don’t know, the shape of a poem, being cold but not feeling it, new shoes, the first stroke of paint on a fresh canvas, the radio, neighbors, falling asleep to the sound of rain, the wind whipping through your hair as you bike down a quiet street, remembering something funny and trying not to laugh, tears, turquoise plants growing in cracks on the sidewalk, the sea, rocks that look beautiful when wet (but absolutely dull when dry), the shade of blue that’s both nostalgic and happy, sitting on windowsills, the soft fur of a small creature, doing nothing all day, braided hair, odd or old buildings, mascara that’s been dried to perfection, catching someone staring at you, getting a high mark on a test, stripes, the colour yellow, the guilty look of someone caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing, apples, warm/freshly baked bread, a ring of sunlight, thick wool socks, waking up right before your alarm goes off, lights on trees with no leaves, spur of the moment spontaneity, when it’s cold enough to pretend to be a dragon, denim, finding money, train rides, ice cubes, sheer blouses, crisp collars, when the lights go off right before a movie starts and everyone hushes, the sound of crickets, small streams of water, running, how-to manuals, piano music that makes you want to cry, french folk songs, recognizing an obscure reference in a book, dark chocolate.
