I love snow. I love walking out in my backyard when it's snowing and just standing in it. It's always so quiet and still and just seems like the whole world has gone silent.
I love the sound of Stuart Murdoch's voice, that pale but convincting lisp, the melody lilting off the tip of his tongue, so polite, so true. I love Chris Geddes striking a chord, his happy piano-hands canting over the keys in absolute abandon, absolute perfection.
I love drinking water when I'm really, really thirsty.
I love falling asleep to and waking up to quiet, familiar voices, muted through walls or manners.
I love rubbing the fur between my cat's purr-happy-slit eyes and pressing down just barely and watching the feline-smile begin.
Well-written fluff. Being warm in bed when it's cold outside. Kittens. Fresh-baked anything. Raw bell peppers. Finding new favorite music. The first warm day of spring. Random conversations with the people I love. Baby pictures. Etc.
The feeling I get just after finishing a very good book; a mix of awe and satisfaction and happiness at the brilliance of whatever it is I have just read and melancholy that it's all over.
Drawing, and being really satisfied with every stroke.
This guy at school - his hair.
Inside jokes.
Good hugs.
Speaking in French.
The colour orange.
Laughing with someone so much you hurt, and when you manage to stop laughing all you have to do is look at them to send you back into hysteric fits of giggles.
I love the sound of clicking...like hard-bottomed shoes on a tile floor or typing. I don't know why. And days that turn out in a very unexpected but good way.
I love crisp autumn nights, when the air smells of cold but it's just warm enough to bundle up in a jacket and stand outside, looking up at the great arch of the starry sky and the orange harvest moon, and smelling woodsmoke on the wind.
I love the taste of apples, and sharp cheddar cheese, and hot chocolate or hot spiced cider.
I love curling into a beanbag chair.
I love reading a passage in which the words fall into place and form a whole that sparkles layered and edged and each one is exactly right, and even more I love writing something and knowing that it's working, that the words are aligning and interlocking and intertwining just the way I want them to.
I love the feel of soft wool yarn, dyed burgundy or sapphire or rippling varigated green.
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Date: 2004-11-30 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-30 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-30 09:31 pm (UTC)I love drinking water when I'm really, really thirsty.
I love falling asleep to and waking up to quiet, familiar voices, muted through walls or manners.
I love rubbing the fur between my cat's purr-happy-slit eyes and pressing down just barely and watching the feline-smile begin.
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Date: 2004-11-30 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-30 09:32 pm (UTC)I hope it's not the flu, again. :/ Feel better!
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Date: 2004-11-30 10:19 pm (UTC)Long walks when it's dark outside.
Singing at the top of your lungs.
Beaches at night time.
Drawing, and being really satisfied with every stroke.
This guy at school - his hair.
Inside jokes.
Good hugs.
Speaking in French.
The colour orange.
Laughing with someone so much you hurt, and when you manage to stop laughing all you have to do is look at them to send you back into hysteric fits of giggles.
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Date: 2004-11-30 10:26 pm (UTC)Painting, and see a body appear under my brushes.
Making love with someone I love.
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Date: 2004-12-01 05:12 am (UTC)T
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Date: 2004-12-01 07:10 am (UTC)Feel better!
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Date: 2004-12-01 07:14 am (UTC)I love your S/R rec list! :)
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Date: 2004-12-01 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-01 12:41 pm (UTC)I love the taste of apples, and sharp cheddar cheese, and hot chocolate or hot spiced cider.
I love curling into a beanbag chair.
I love reading a passage in which the words fall into place and form a whole that sparkles layered and edged and each one is exactly right, and even more I love writing something and knowing that it's working, that the words are aligning and interlocking and intertwining just the way I want them to.
I love the feel of soft wool yarn, dyed burgundy or sapphire or rippling varigated green.