love

i love

beeswax lip balm,

being at home,

a brand new bar of soap,

candlelight,

cooking without a recipe,

chocolate,

cheese,

crunchy apple slices,

mismatched dishes,

a stoli on the rocks in a dive,

strange documentary films,

dragonflies,

my crazy lovely family,

shopping at the farmer’s market,

taking the staten island ferry,

sleeping in freshly washed bed linens,

my great friends,

listening to my grandfather’s stories,

good hair days,

gossiping,

my wonderful husband,

a wicked sense of humor,

the internet,

old-fashioned jazz,

jeans that fit really well,

laughing with my sister,

making my brother laugh,

laughing so hard i have to pee,

drizzles of fresh lemon juice,

hearing my husband’s key in the lock,

massages,

the full moon,

the thrill of a scary nightmare,

picture books,

getting postcards in the mail,

reading in bed,

crunchy salty things,

seeing a seagull fly past our window,

shakespeare in the park,

getting enough sleep,

the smell of a baby’s head,

the smell of cookies baking in the oven,

the smell of lavender,

solitude,

sparkly nail polish,

the streets of new york city,

the swiss alps,

warm toes,

thunderstorms,

vintage towels,

the view from the roof of the met,

wim wenders films,

red wine,

young people with grey hair.