I love riding my bike down a smooth open road on a cool summer’s morning.
I love picking wild berries in summertime.
I love finding my voice as I write.
I love soft tiny fingers connecting with mine.
I love splashing in rain puddles.
I love hot tea on a cool afternoon.
I love spirit-filled laughter from children young and old.
I love being sung awake by birds.
I love the smell of fresh baked bread.
I love the stillness of the mountaintop.
I love.