Apples, Hugs + Chocolate Kisses: things i love.

i love scars. i love the way they tell a story of things that have left an imprint in heart and soul. the boundaries that have been pushed. the chances we took. i love vermont summer rain kissing my shoulders on a humid june afternoon. i love feeling the sahara wind blowing through to my core. the penetrating silence. i love thunderstorms in the midst of the dry arizona desert. like a cry from the heavens above. i love the hot sand burning against my soles. feeling alive, free and vibrant. i love listening to the sound of the wind howling something i can't understand. yet somehow, some way the longing feels familiar. i love watching kids play carelessly and free in the tall grass. i love that moment someone decides to fly. that they've had enough of all the lies we live. no longer to be trapped by fake illusions. i love watching the lioness carrying her cub by the neck, gentle yet firm. i love feeling the rays of the sun caressing my soul. i love the way indian women wrap themselves in the colors of the rainbow. soft as silk. i love my coffee black as the lava of la gomera. strong, bold and intense. so smooth. i love the narrow alleys of napoli. the laundry hanging from the windows all around. i love the sea of smiles in myanmar. the small white rice balls sweet with coconutmilk. i love the warm soft waters of the caribbean. the turquoise blue and the swaying palm trees in the afternoonbreeze. that nothing matters yet everything does. i love the fragility of a kitten pressed against my chest. the rapid heartbeat. i love that something so small and frail allows itself to trust in a human being. trusting someone like you and me to take care of it... to always be there for it. i love the way lightning cuts through the rich, black sky over the savannah of kenya. i love that moment where we start from scratch. and then one more time all over again. i love seeing the passion in the eyes of street kids in marrakech. the zest for life. that there is something more. i love inhaling the spicy sweet aroma of a steamy hot chai on a cold autumn morning in the woods of sweden. i love picking crisp apples and making stewed cinnamon apples with whipped cream. i love boston when the leaves are changing to bright yellow and burning passion red. i love the sounds of birds chirping on those sweet mornings in southern carolina. i love awakening to the church bells in the countryside. i love those windy, rugged summers in new england. oh and eating crabs with your hands. i love the strong smell of spices on every corner you turn in the medina of marrakech. i love running fast along the sand on the endless shores of oualidia. i love feeling the salty ocean splash up against my calves. i love the comforting embrace of moist banana-walnut bread. i love licking the snow flakes off my lips under a white sky in austria. i love watching the cattle grass on the green pastures in the countryside of denmark. so calm, quaint and quiet. i love the ever-changing mesmerizing green-blue deep lakes of norway. i love eating buttered raisin-walnut bread so succulent and sun-ripened sweet. i love the touch of feather-soft cashmere against my skin. i love the way men dress in milan. timeless and elegant. i love sicilian pistachio gelato melting - evaporating - on my tongue. i love those scrawny alley cats hiding on every ancient ruin in athens. i love the moonlight reflecting in a lake in the midst of the woods. i love the burnt smell of marshmallows on a stick slowly caramelizing over open fire. i love the simplicity of sleeping in a tent in the woods of joshua tree. i love the sound of the waves in big sur crashing against the black cliffs. tearing apart, mercilessly and consistently. i love watching the leaves play in the wind for no particular reason. i love that.