The things that I love always include some sort of shimmer:
the peak of each season
the sound of a hollow planet, as snow begins to fall
crisp, sharp, horrid, delicate words
a swarm of bees
spring rain, bare feet, a lengthy kiss
capering under a star-studded sky
lavender, hops, bitter tea
a swirling fire in the middle of the woods
and the moon,
I love most
For some reason today, I felt it was necessary to make a list.
