Write Life

It is not writing that I love, but living...

I love to crawl out of a warm bed in the early morning, walk out with the dogs, and feel the crisp morning air wash through my lungs like a cold mountain stream.

I love to push my bare feet deep into gritty, warm sand. I love to plod my way through deep snow. I love to arrive home to the smell of a roast in the crockpot. I love to wake up the morning of a road trip, eager to explore. I love a dog’s chin on my foot, and the sound of the garbage truck when I realize that I have, in fact, remembered to put our can by the road. I love watching a hawk fly, and I love watching a pair of crows chase it away, and I love the empty blue sky they leave behind as they flutter and fall away.

I love a bunt single, and a stolen base. I love childish Valentine’s cards hanging on the fridge. I love peanut butter, and popcorn, and cold beer, not necessarily all at the same time, but whatever. I love rocket launches, old photographs, a good book, the barber shop, and crawling into clean sheets at the end of a long workday.

And I know that one day it will all be gone.

And that is why I describe to you why I love life... so that you might love it, too.