These are a few of my favorite things . . .
I was tagged by my lovely friend quaintobsessions to do this list. I’m a bit tardy in my response, but such is life for a working man. In no particular order, here are 15 things that I love:
1. Ice cream. Almost any flavor will do, whether it’s 100 degrees or 20 below.
2. Cats. Pure wondrous felines of unpredictability and affection. I have called many cats my friends in this life, and have loved them all.
3. The feel of a book in my hands. Ebooks are fine, but there is something about the weight and permanence of a physical copy to hold and cherish.
4. Watching the flight of birds of prey. These commanders of the sky are both deadly and beautiful in their graceful, arcing silence. Really, birds of any kind are fascinating to me.
5. The first blush of spring, when all the grey-brown of Texas winter bursts forth into bright buds of emerald and chartreuse.
6. The hunger for knowledge, and the burgeoning capacity to satisfy it.
7. Friends who deeply understand my particular struggles in life, and the words of encouragement they offer.
8. Strawberry jam on toast. Summer distilled into a mere teaspoon, bursting on my tongue.
9. The sound of wind in trees. A tangible reminder that the universe is both chaos and order at the same time. This brings to mind the final shot of the film “Pi” by Darren Aronofsky.
10. Abandoned places. Whether ancient ruins or derelict buildings, there is an odd beauty in disuse and the forgotten evidence of human existence.
11. Forests and groves. Alive with subtlety. Kindred. Profoundly quiet.
12. Music. Particularly complex music. From jazz to classical, hip hop to dubstep, hearing a well crafted piece of music is conversation of the highest order.
13. Seemingly effortless, beautiful writing. That one novel out of a hundred I pick up which captures my fascination and won’t let it go — even after the last page is turned.
14. Films. Particularly independent films. They are a major distraction for me and often get in the way of writing.
15. The scents of spices. Though I’ve never had the pleasure of visiting a spice market in person, I have envisioned in my mind’s eye the explosion of pungent flavors that must exist in such a place.
If you managed to make it through the weeds of my thoughts, I invite you to visit the following, all artists at their particular crafts, whom I also tag to do this list (but only if they feel so inclined):
facetsofthejewel, sadcats13, embeeness, cornelisrage, fakesurprise, wulfriek, wordrummager, cristheweirdo
My apologies if any of you have already been tagged.