Autobiography #3~ I love...

I love.  I love. I love. I love to hear and see, and taste, and smell.  I love the feel of the sun on my skin, or the calming embrace of one I love.  I love the sound of  music. Of music with sharp turns of feeling, with the ability to lift my heart, reaching for the deepest parts of my soul.  I love to hear the ring of laughter, and the happiness of seeing a genuine smile.  I love the sights of nature and love.  To see the magnificant colors and textures around me, swirled and spun into the fabulous scene of life. The sparkle of fresh, white snow, and the reflection of tree covered mountains on a silent lake of glass.  I love the taste of sweetness on my lips.  Of freshly baked cake, or the coolness of cheescake icecream.  I love the smells of the earth, in which I live.  The sweetness of home, and the freshness of nature.  I love the sound of a familiar voice, and the harmony of emotions unfolding in my mind.  I love the trials I am forced to face, granting me strength and appreciation, opening me to all things, no matter what I'm presented with.  I love the world, and its many inhabitants.  I love, and am ever grateful for the life I live, and the entire sum of its qualities.