I really love words. And nature and art. I love museums and the small thrill from walking over train tracks. I like to wipe my hands on my jeans after holding onto a tree branch for support. I like standing in front of a painting and looking at all the brush strokes and the different subjects. I like to roll in the grass with my dog and I like to set my shoes and socks aside and rolls up my pant legs so I can stand on the edge of a body of water and feel the wet earth between my toes. I like bringing a book to the service station so I can read while I wait for my oil change. I like running my fingers through the shortest hair at the back of my head and studying the freckles on my arms. I like that moment of evening when it’s not quite dark enough to turn on the lights but you have difficulty seeing what you’re doing without them. I like the smell of hairspray and the way a good friend’s eyes light up when they see me. I like cracking my knuckles. I like looking at something I’ve made. I like going to graveyards and saying prayers for the families of everyone buried there. I like the way trees look when their branches are laden with snow. I like the sound of a camera shutter snapping. I like life.