Hai, that's it.Twelve Random, Not So Obvious Things I Like.
1. I don't like skyscrapers per se, but I love watching their 'faces'. When it's dark outside, and you can only see who switches on and off their lights... movements behind windows... who will go to sleep first... maybe see shapes moving and guessing what they're doing, those kind of things I do like. I once imagined, that if I ever lived in a skyscraper that overlooks some other (I don't want to), I'd stay up late at nights and just sit down, watching the windows, pondering what lies beyond the glass.
2. I like seeing couples on the street, anywhere basically - not so much the couples that just stand there and make out (though I rather do
enjoy that view when it's gay couples... ^ ^"), but those that just hold hands, lean against each other... smile at each other... You know, those you can feel the love. Not the infatuation, not the prevailing need, but the trust
and love. That's a thing I like.
3. Just lying on the shore, or rather, close to the shore where the water is shallow enough so I don't have to be careful, close my eyes and just let the water flow over me, have me floating over the ground... swap, swap... just give in to the drift. It's... healing.
4. Stay over at unknown places, or just generally somebody else's place. (Though at the same time, I love getting home to my own place at nights, where I have all the little things I need, my little routines... There's a bit of a twist in that, ne.) I love the feel of a different mattress, different bed sheets, facing a different direction... the feel and smell of a different room. I enjoy both being alone there, and having someone close by. Stay up a bit and listen to the sounds of the house, the sounds of the other, sleeping. Things like those make me feel calm and at ease. I also like changing my position of sleeping at home - I rarely do it, if ever, but if I happen to fall asleep on the floor for example - I love that.
5. Lying in a small wooden hut that still smells like the wood it's made of. It beinga clear, starry night, around me trees, a soft breeze finding it's way through the wood, bringing the scent of outside with it... maybe the scent of a camp fire, the scent of braised birch-twigs... crickets singing softly and from afar... the sound of water close by...
6. When I'm in the water - meaning natural water, like lakes, the sea -... and by the way, when I go 'to the water', or 'go swimming', it means that I'm not just swimming around. I usually dive more than swim, and I just love to be in water ... I can spend a lot of time in lakes. And when I then am there... I sometimes just let go off as much air as possible, relax and let myself sink down without doing anything... slowly, so slowly. Having my eyes open sometimes to see what happens... feeling which body part hits the ground first, and what it hits. Stone or sand? Or maybe a plant or a twig on the ground? And then the feeling of the need of air getting stronger. And stronger. And stronger. At first, the body is totally calm and relaxed. And then, when the need gets too much, the lung starts contracting. Sometimes I count how many times I can make it before I really need to get up... I really really
7. I actually love tenting, or camping. First of all, the feeling of lying outside (I'd sleep in a tree if it was a comfortable one...), the sounds of the night... And I really like it when I'm actually there with others, but have my own tent (or the other is already asleep, or not yet there) and already went to sleep, while there still are people outside, talking, chanting, having fun...
8. ... which gets me to number eight: I love watching and listening to people I know from afar... I like it more, sometimes, than actually being among them, just being there and listening. Say, I'm being at a camp-fire with some friends, friends of friends, people I know a bit, people I haven't ever seen before that day... I spend a lot of time that day with them, and at the camp fire... and at some point, I get up and leave the party for a bit, stroll around, and then just lean against a tree or sit down on a stone close by but far enough so that only very attentive individuals might make me out. Let the fragments of their conversations roll over me ... the laughter and glee. Even though there's this loneliness that takes me sometimes (always?) in situations like these, I do
love that something about it.
9. I like it when people I'm fond of walk up to me unexpectedly and put their arms around me and just hold me without reason. [ルクスベービ,毎回を本当にありがとう]
It might sound like an obvious thing to like, but to me it isn't really.
10. I more than like thunderstorms - especially those at the end of warm summer days. Sometimes, when I know that I'm not restricted by any time-frames, and there's a thunderstorm coming up, I quickly redress and get outside - preferably bare feet, run or walk a bit, listening to the wind growing, the warmth of it tangible... The growling and thundering and then
when it totally lashes down and totally soaks me... It makes me happy. And seeing people running for shelter, leaving me be the only person there outside - I love that. Listening to the thunder and watching the lightning, noticing the thunderstorm coming closer and growing distant again. Bliss, absolute bliss.
11. I love listening to life-stories of old or elder people, especially when they're total strangers to me. I know some who get annoyed when an old lady next to them on the buss starts telling them this and that of her youth - but I love it. It's like a little window opening through which you can watch a distant, ephemeral situation, so far away in the past, but still real to them. And when their eyes start sparkling while they're telling you all of it... as if they were indulged in memories and those memories making them blossom for happiness - I love it. Such rare situations. Loved every single one of them.
12. Last but not least... I love snow. Really really really love it so much. REAL snow, not slush or drizzly rain-snow. No. Snow
. The look of the single flakes. The look of them in a whole. The look of landscapes covered in them. The smell of winter they carry with them. The way they dance around one... the feel of them on my face, my hands, my skin ... the taste of them when you're out on the country. The sound of the flakes rustling down. Sometimes I just sit down somewhere at nights, when it snows, and let the snow cover me... until it gets too cold. And something I used to do in the winter in Norway: I let myself fall down into the snow - from vertical to horizontal. Just the way we sometimes did in gym - there it were those huge, soft mattresses we let ourselves fall into. With the snow, well, it should be deep snow. Higher than ankle at least, preferably up to the middle of the calf. And then just fall... caught myself with my hands but only after
my face had been in the middle of the white hehe. That's another thing that made me happy.
... seems like I'm in the wrong place. Totally, totally wrong place.