I love it when it’s rainingand you’re drivingand you pass under a bridgeand the rain stopsfor just a moment.

I love it when you walk outsideon a wet morningand you can smell damp clayand freshly mown grassunder the gray morning light.

I love it when it’s nighttimeand you’re under a cool blanket of starsand you feel likeyou should be able to see your breathor taste the air.

I love it when you’re at the beachand you let the waterstream to your toesand your ankles sink into the sandand the water streams back out again.

I love it when you look at someone—just glance at them barely—and you both knowthat you’re about to burst outin laughter.

I love it when it’s snowing outside—just gently, though—and yousit outside in the snowand let the snowflakes fall on youin their quiet, peaceful way.

I love it when a spacious roombecomes absolutely quietexcept for the sound of aclock ticking away the timeof silence in the room.

I love it when you bite intoa perfect appleand you can hear thatsatisfying crunch that justmakes it taste so much better.

I love it when a gust of gentle windstreams through the treesso that they rattleand it sounds like wateris passing through.

I love it when you read the last words of a bookand you read them overand then the first wordsand then the titlebecause you just can’t believe it’s over.

I love it when you do that:when you smile like that at me.Do it again;smile like thatagainat me.