I like the smell of my horse in the pasture in summertime, of foggy days out East, of
my favorite perfume. I like the touch of dreams, of a cool breeze, of a new book cover.
I like the taste of Starbucks americanos with soy, of orange rolls my mom made from
scratch, of fresh peaches. I like the sight of ink on paper, of fields trees rivers mountains,
of an open road. I like the sound of substantial conversation, of stories being passed down,
of birds in the morning. I like the feeling of being thankful, of slowing down, of getting lost
and going on adventures, of unprecedented courage, of being enveloped in love and life.