I Love Things Like | Early Prose Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

hiking in the mountains,
playing in the snow,
running through open fields,
floating on my back in a clear, blue ocean,
walking a lonely beach in thick fog,
the sound of fog horns in the distance,
devouring a delicious meal when I'm hungry,
gulping water when I'm thirsty,
savoring chocolate,
practicing yoga,
dancing—especially the Latin way,
getting lost in a good book,
traveling—by plane, boat, or car,
loud music when its good,
silence when I'm exhausted,
the sound of crickets and the smell of fresh herbs at night in the countryside,
a hot cup of tea,
thunderstorms—when I can enjoy the couch with a warm blanket,
watching the sun rise,
the moon at night in winter when there is snow on the ground,
being completely engrossed in a good movie,
writing a beautiful line of poetry,
singing a beautiful song,
laughing,
crying,
and daydreams.