I love rainshowers, especially thunderstorms with dark rolling clouds. I love girls who wear glasses. I love a good pair of jeans. I love long hot baths with a good book. I love wearing dangly earings. I love rainbows, and those fluffy clouds that look like cotton balls. I love bowling balls. I love wearing swishy skirts. I love babies. I love laughter. I love hardwood floors, and soft warm rugs to rub your feet on. I love drafty old churches with lots of burning candles. I love the spark that occurs when you look someone in the eye. I love talking to strangers, even when it makes me blush. I love public transportation. I love city lights. I love enough darkness to see the stars. I love wheat fields. I love lying in grass. I love hearing "I love you." I love my eyebrows. I love hippie boys with beards. I love the smell of books. I love my crazy cat. I love the feel of trees - the texture of the bark, the strength of the giant from the tips to the roots. I love digging in the earth to find big fat juicy earthworms. I love new fragile plants as they erupt from their seeds.