Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
I love food. I'm not a great cook, but I love to cook, and I like how different it is from writing.
I love all the arts - so museums, theatre, music, walks near trees or by the ocean, time with people, psychological readings.
Granted, I'm someone who loves words. I've always loved poetry - so it's suited to me.
I love the idea of numerology, but I don't really believe in it. But I like thinking about what numbers convey.
In terms of foods for me, I think I have more of the usual associations - foods from childhood that I associate with care and love, from relatives or special restaurants like the kind elderly man who dusted seasoning salt on French fries at the corner burger joint.
There's a spectrum of those moments of connection and the moments we fail to connect, going from super-large successes to failures. Success would be love, I guess, and failure could still be love, but the bad side; and loss.