On Today I love...

Today, under the sun, a cold wind: I had one of those moments where I became one with the whole been a long time since I had those.

I have been lately thinking about why I am coming here to write daily? Is it for other people? Is it for "content"? Why do I write? Why I do a lot of things in my life that I do? And it's because:

I love. That could be the end of the sentence, but I love sentences. I love words huddled together like strangers trying to survive a frigid night. I love this section of sainbury's. I specifically love these £1.75 sainsbury's 6 pack pain au chocolats here. They taste like all that's good and sweet and pure in the world. I love how cheap they are. I love cheap.

I love grainy photos. I love the nostalgia of what was but never will be. I love that old couples I saw holding hands and walking by the beach last night. I love wishing wells and the dreams that fill them. I love these tiny libraries I come across in the city:

I love that instant when an arc of light passes through a room and I'm reminded that everything is really moving. I loved January and all its sadness and greyness. I love Fridays for that too.

I love my very first crush in the 1st grade, wherever she is, whoever she became. I love karhai chicken and how simple it is to make and how absolutely full of all spices it is. I love complex things. I am a complex thing. I love making stupid mistakes. I love white flowers. I love phone booths, I love the fact they're red and very cute.

I love listening for the quietest notes of the loudest songs. I love feeling the morning sun on my hand. I am a slut for sunshine. But I also like the gloomy sad "uk weather". That's a dichotomy. I love dichotomies. I am a dichotomy myself. I love Dostoyevsky & mints.

I love watching that small kid on the beach yesterday asking his mom "Are the seashells on the beach free?" I love the perfect contentment of a kite caught in a tree. I love what I have in common with people I have nothing in common with. I love this song that used to come in that old hero splender ad on our crappy TV as a kid. I love the memories that I have with this song.

I love the sea. I love the baristas in fancy coffee shops who never ever smile. I love old diners with signs that say, “Stay A While.” I love the desert. I love old typewriters even if they don’t work even if I have never used one. I loved the pizza at this place:

I love the tiny hurt that makes each pearl. I love writing letters. I love how I have so many unsent letters to send. I love trying to jump over puddles and failing. I love failing. I love, love. I love loving. I love how much longer this list would be if this sunset was not, in this very second, calling me.

Start with the things you love.

Love,
Kay <3