I like waking up to the sunlight shining through my window and reflecting shadows on the ceiling.
I like seeing the blooming crepe myrtles through my bathroom window.
I like the feel of dewy grass below my feet.
I like finding new blossoms in my garden.
I like the rhythm of my breath and my step as I jog down the street.
I like the way the perspiration collects on my cheekbones and my lip.
I like the feel of the breeze on my face as it blows through my hair.
I like the tired way I feel after exercise.
I like the colors in the sky as the sun begins to rise.
I like the sound of wind rustling through the trees in the woods, like the waves of the ocean lapping on the beach.
I like the feel of a warm summer rain as I splash on the pavement.
I like the feel of the music as a sway to its rhythm in the open space.
I like the feel of the crisp air on my skin when I hike in my shorts up a mountain on a winter day.
I like the taste of things that are sweet, salty, and sour.
I like the face of a child, of an elder, of you.
I like to hear the voice of a tenor.
I like to outline the figure with its nuance and dimension.
I like to see deeply and share that image through the work of my hand.
I like to believe.
I like the sound of water.
I like the sounds of the wind, strings and percussion.
I like the feel of clay in my hands and between my toes.
I like to see the sunset, the rising moon, and the stars.
I like the feel of exhaustion as I put my head on my pillow and drift off to sleep…