I like spending three meditative hours staring at five shoes and trying to recreate them with ebony pencil.

I like the wall next to my bed, against which I press my forehead or lightly rest one hand as I fall asleep.

I like getting all my reading done.

I like cocoa in a child's mug in the evening and Lady Grey with milk in a handmade Greek pottery mug in the morning.

I like my boyfriend's fingers massaging my spine when he hugs me goodnight.

I like picking up acorns and chestnuts that I find under trees, then leaving them sitting on my mousepad for months.

I like fiddles played with firey passion.

I like the sight of a baby rabbit hiding beneath a parked car at dusk.

I like amber light falling slantways across my wall, sparkling on my wine glasses and glowing on the aloe and philodendron plants.