I like the sounds of the morning; the birds chirping, the leaves rustling in the breeze, the fishmonger crying “meene!”
I like taking long walks.
I like green groves and lakes and butterflies.
I like chocolates and ice creams and anything remotely sweet.
I like arranging and rearranging the books on my shelf.
I like taking a new road and not worrying where I’m going.
I like living in my private dream world.
I am very fussy about grammar. When I use words the wrong way, though, it’s called poetic licence.
I like the wind blowing in my face. I like getting drenched in the rain.
I like making funny faces at kids.
Most of all, I like finding myself in moments like these.