Love

I love people. I love being near people, around people, with people. I love talking with people, trading thoughts and ideas and values and experiences and lives. I love laughing, joking, tickling, hugging. I love the painful feeling you get when you’ve laughed too hard for too long.

I love being alone. I love the silence. I love dancing around the house when no one is watching and no one cares. I love running in the rain and screaming at the top of my lungs when no one can hear me. I love sitting on the roof when the whole world is sleeping and looking at everything below me and at the stars above me. Then, I feel alive.

I love early mornings, especially in the middle of summer in the woods. I love the way the air is cool and crisp and the way it feels fresh and clean in my lungs before it has been polluted by the cars on the road or tainted with the smoggy humidity of the day. I love the clean feeling that overtakes the world. I love hearing the birds sing and chirrup.

I love the day. I love the sunshine; I love running around in the grass and laughing at the world. I love lying in the grass and smelling the sweet air and the grass.

I love late at night. I love the darkness that covers, disguises, and deforms everything. I love how the woods come alive at night. I love how all senses are heightened. I love how I can hear everything.

I love rainstorms. I love the tremendous thunder. I love watching the lightening in its strikingly beautiful violence. I love the drumming of the rain. I love the feel of the rain against my skin. I love to throw my head back against the pounding droplets and laugh to the sky.

I love music. I love hearing it, making it. I love to sing when there’s no pressure, when no one cares how great your voice isn’t. I love to dance when no one’s watching. I love to lie back and absorb the music. I love calming down because of music, energizing because of music, changing because of music, understanding because of music.

I love this crazy, cold, beautiful world.

I know love.