And then here we are

I love coffee shops and everything about them. Everything.
I love fresh coffee with coconut milk and agave in the morning...in a small mason jar.
I love listening to a family of 6 or 7...of grackles...bickering in a palm tree in the morning down by the river.
I love a good book that drifts along beside you like a piece of trusty driftwood in the open ocean as you go about your day.
I love that if I start the next line with a word other than 'love' that your mind will allow it to happen although the "poetic flow" of this thing so far tends to the adherence of a owning a trend.
I love language as a definition, and how powerful communication, not only could still be, but also would potentially, exponentially flourish, if we abandoned our verbal attempts altogether.
          that my mind, if I let it, could soar to the limits of reality and forever become one with the Universe. But I am still to scared.
          that my best friends whom are sprinkled across the globe would drop at any moment the so-called necessary tasks of their day if I were to call upon the graces of their presence for a better world and life.
I love colors and what they represent to me.
I love women. 
I love people. 
I love really FEELING nature somehow, as if I'm outside (because hopefully I am)....like the wind beckoning my hair follicles as it gives my skin a lap dance, the change of temperature, or rain, the humidity. Smelling nature somehow....the rain, an open fire, the neighbor's pipe, even the changing of the wind....which inherently means dog poop, these days.
I love that first enthralled and surprised gasp each year when you first notice you're getting a tan.
I love...smoothies from Smoothie King. And the colors of their staffs' shirts.
I love people-watching in busy places, being a fly on the wall and witnessing life happen in rapid-fire mode.
I love coffee shops and the rightfully-expected, and delivered, smell of the place...no matter what it's name or who its owner...that brings my senses to life, guaranteeing no less than the essence of a grin, or otherwise uplifted spirit. guaranteed.
I love unexpectedly getting a face massage...from myself...and then the reassurance afterwards that no one else witnessed it.
I love the sharing of stories and ideas.
I love drum circles and their loyal and wonderful dancers.
I love an unexpected compliment on something you've been mentally striving for, yet didn't THINK, at least, that you were actually working toward it yet...then realizing that you're one step closer to being there and that the hard part is over cuz I you guess someone was kind enough to take the first step for you! Or maybe it really was you but hell, you don't remember it, or maybe you're just too humble to notice or admit it, anyway, but what's it matter anyways because you just got a COMPLIMENT! (not that you expect them to be given you)
I love cutting and moving and pouring and sprinkling and searching and opening and closing and washing and re-using....things..in the kitchen and then somehow later realizing the works of a masterpiece just happened in your kitchen...by your own hands. Bliss.