If life were a bowl of cherries... : Chapter 4 - which is far too full of love

03/23/2008

I love it when it is so cold that it hurts my face, but everything feels so clear and so alive.

I love wearing warm jumpers and long socks and curling up with a good book.

I love going running in the rain and dancing in all the puddles.

I love knowing that I've done something well

I love finding out what is on the other side of the mountain.

I love the smell of my hands after a few hours working in the garden.

I love telling the stories of the people depicted in paintings.

I love to watching the fire burn; or glowing embers.

I love feeling the wind against my skin.

I love waltzing around the kitchen.

I love sitting and tuning at a piano for hours and hours.

I love going out at night when the rest of the world is fast asleep.

I love dressing up fancy for no good reason.

I love making my friends laugh.

I love finding pictures in the clouds.

I love kicking up the leaves.

I love...

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