Things I Love
I love the silence as snow falls thickly to the ground. I love that quick moment, between sleep and wakefulness, that one second when all you know is comfort and safety, duvets and dreams. I love the feeling of fitness, being a human, power in muscles, joy in movement.
I love a deep, thumping bassline, loud as you like, eardrums vibrating, a pulse beating into my soul. I love that the sun rises and sets each day, every day different, every day spectacular. I love driving fast, reactions, pedals, rubber, a seamless blend, machine and man and magic.
I love the relentless beat of the sun in high summer, rays warming my soul, melting me to the ground. I love that first smell of spring on the breeze, that whisper of change, waiting, teasing. I love the taste of water from my hometown. I love the bittersweet hiraeth of fleeting visits, moments stolen from grown up life. I love gales of wind slicing through the air, grabbing my hair, tumbling and tousling and turning me wild once more. I love to be barefoot.
I love biting into a sweet, crisp apple and feeling that first crunch between my teeth. I love a blanket, a fire, a cat, a person. I love that there are things that we don’t know, that we can’t know. I love to feel, deeply, passionately, terrifyingly. I love to swim in freezing seas. I love to lose myself in words, pouring from my heart, channelling through fingers, clumsily trying to keep up with the torrent.
I love the magic of love itself, a feeling indescribable, something more than both of us. I love the moment when I feel a piece of music, when I can play well enough to begin to lose myself in melody, in harmony. I love mountains. I love heavy, fat rainstorms. I love crunchy vegetables.
I love to breathe in deeply. I love having this chance to experience just a fleeting moment on this earth. I love to love. I love layer and intrigue, learning, laughing. I love life.