loves

[brownblob]

In an effort to be positive here are some loves

I love a spring day when the sun is out, the birds are chirping, trees are starting to get leaves, grass is suddenly bright green and the flowers are starting to bloom.

I love when I get home from work and my cat angrily meowing at me for being away so long.

I love when a song mirrors how I feel in that moment and it feels like it's not just playing from the speakers but from inside you.

I love when I actually get a project done.

I love on a snowy day to watch the birds eating at the bird feeder.

I love when Paul tells himself to shut up.

I love the poem Howl.

I love unexpectedly seeing wildlife(deer, fox, turkey, etc)

I love a clear night sky when there a thousand stars.

I love hugging someone close to me.

[DownInKokomo]

I love the bit you wrote about when music fits at the right moment, it just takes you to a place that nothing else can. Who is the poet behind Howl? I've never been into poetry and would love to get into some.

[Betty]

I love when I am staying in a hotel, and I pad down the hall in bare feet to fill the ice bucket. Maybe because my house is all hard wood floors, I just love the feeling of my feet on the hotel carpet, and also the fact that I am barefoot where you probably shouldn't be barefoot.

I love sunshine. It makes me happy.

I love spring. Because the days get longer and warmer, flowers bud and bloom, and I am reminded of the cycle of life and the possibility of regeneration. See also "I love sunshine."

I love my daughter's kisses on my cheek. They are the sweetest thing I can imagine.

I love when a complete stranger gives me a friendly hello or smile for no reason.

I love hearing street musicians play, even the bad ones.

I love wearing bright colors.

I love the smell of pine needles.

I love babies, especially other people's babies (because you can give them back).

[brownblob]

awesome loves Betty. I love the smell of pine needles too.

Downinkokomo Allen Ginsberg wrote Howl. It's not like a normal poem which is why I like it so much. He wrote it in the mid 50's and it was pretty wild for its time.

[Beany Boo]

Music coming from inside, Paul telling himself to shut up and thousands-of-star skies are things I love too