Happy Thoughts
I love to play Jack Johnson's Symbol In My Driveway. It's such a lovely little tune. With my eyes open or closed, I am taken away to a sandy beach; where fiery embers lazily burn after a barbeque; where friends lie around me gazing at the stars; and where someone strums a guitar to wind the night down. It's quite amazing to be so completely carried away.
I love to write the words Sunrise Over Sea in front of somebody, and delight in their puzzlement.
I love to wake up in the morning, still touched by some happy dream, and try to recapture it. I love to roll over, and glow with warmth as I throw myself back into that fantasy, and live out parts of my life from the comfort of my bed. Sometimes, I can be in both worlds at once, and I am invincible.
I love the surprise I get every time I open a fresh box of teabags, as the smell of tea leaps into the air when the box is open. It's something I never expect, and yet it always strikes me as being a fantastic smell. And it only lasts for a second.... but you can taste it, and in that second is the best cup of tea you've ever had, and you can feel your worries just floating away from you. You don't even realise it, it's jsut there: at the tip of your tongue, running down the back of your spine, and tingling in your fingertips. And then you realise! It's that wonderful smell again! And the second ends. You breath in for another hit, this time prepared to enjoy it even more: but it's gone. Because it's so delicate, so special. But for the next few minutees, the taste and smell linger to tease at your senses.
I love to remember a better time, when my beating heart was, for one very special person, the most important thing in the world. I love to be humbled by the grace of that touch, and by the respect that I held. I love to remember the warmth of a body sleeping beside mine, and feel the lift in my heart.
I love to sit in my room and watch the sun set. To see the clouds turn orange and gold, to watch the gentle yellow sunbeams wave goodbye to the city. It's nice to sit in the dark as the sun finally hides away, and gaze into the dark, dark blue sky. On the right kind of night, a band of deep yellow, quickly fading to blue, and it sits above the horizon for a while. Sometimes, I can actually see the day creep a little further around the world.
I love to think that, maybe, somewhere in the world, someone just smiled because of me.
I love it when, after a walk, there is mud stuck to my trousers. I can pick the mud off, and feel the dry flakes fall to the floor. I love to feel the earth crumble between my thumb and forefinger; and I love to recall the faint scents of muddy paths and wooded walks.