Days where the sky is overcast, but it’s windy and warm. I like watching little old people holding hands and walking down the sidewalk together. I like the cool side of the pillow. I like sauerkraut and kielbasa mixed with peas. I like walking barefoot down the driveway, and feeling the grit of the concrete pressing against my skin. I like being told an especially vexing riddle, and only given a short time to solve it. I like crossword puzzles. I like suddenly finding a dollar in my pants pocket when I come up a few pennies short at the register. I like dog nuzzles and cat whispers. I like surprise Skittles.
I like it, when I completely stand still, I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I like putting coins in busker hats regardless of what they’re playing. I like buying lemonade from kids trying to make some extra money during the Summer. I like laughing at silly jokes that were never funny, but were wonderful just because of the way the teller became tickled trying to get it out. I like wondering where the wind goes and what it sees.
I like it when a wish made from love comes true. I like it when I see little kids getting enough to eat. I like rubbing the back of a person who needs a comforting touch. I like it when I can feel the relief rolling off of another human being’s heart as they manage to acquire the medicine they need to live through the next month. I like hugging any person who just wants a hug. I like it when my hands heal and not hurt a soul. I like it when people are pulled from the muck and set upon solid ground. I like rejoicing for the glad hearts, and working to mend the broken ones. I like that spirit in every person that demands equality, love, and kindness. I like our remembrance of the lost and departed. I like our humanity when we truly humble ourselves.
I love what I like.