My Favorite Things

An Essay By Erin // 6/23/2009

My Favorite Things

This is just some random exercise I thought up. It’s basically just listing my favorite things and how I describe them. It was fun to do, so I hope that some people might try it too!!

I love the way tree leaves look when the morning light hits them just right, highlighting them a bright green-gold.
I love the way spider webs look when morning dew leaves light droplets on their well-spun silk thread, and the way sun behind the web makes it shine like thin sliver.
I love it when I’m at the beach, and how sand crunches between my toes.
I love it when horses run when it’s cool outside, just as the sun begins to go down.
I love the way the ocean’s breezes blow saltwater up my nose, to where I can almost taste it.
I love the way tree bark feels on my feet, that rough, foot-toughening massage.
I love it and hate it when books end. I love it when the people are so real, that you cry when the book ends—whether with joy or sadness because you won’t hear more. But I love it when you go back and feel it all once more, until the words become a part of you.
I love the way deer run, with their gentle, silent dance.
I love the way horse breath smells. So sweet, reminding you of vast wheat fields stretching over endless miles of land.
I love the way it feels to listen to a good song. It makes you dance, cry, laugh, and sing too. I love the way it feels to not only hear it, but to feel it, to know it.
I love the way it feels to fall for a book character. Well, most people say that they’re book characters, but I know better 
I love the way computer keys sound. I love the sort of music they make. Tap-swish-tap-tap-swish.
I love the way it feels to go underwater, to feel the depth, to pretend to be a dolphin swimming out in the ocean.
I love food. I love the way it turns to water or mush in your mouth, and the way you savor the taste on your tongue, and the way it feels to swallow and take the next bite.
I love running around barefoot with my Labrador Retriever until we’re both panting for breath, and then collapsing to the ground and letting my dog lay across my stomach in the dirt.
I love dolphins’ song. It truly is magical, their conversations with one another and their clever click-clack-eee-click-click.
I love swimming on horseback. I love the floating sensation as the horse moves under you, and I love the gentle current of water that presses against my legs and bare feet.
I love the way the trees sound when they blow in the wind. That lovely whoosshhh sound always makes me smile.
I love the way it feels to dance. It makes one feel free, accomplished.
I love the moon. I love its pearly white effect on everything below it, making eerie light in even the darkest of places.
I love it when the slightest bit of light peeks his way through into a dark, dusty room, and the way the dust suddenly becomes clear and dances around like fairy dust.
I love the feeling of ocean waves, crashing against my bare skin.
I love the feeling of prickly seaweed.
I love the feeling of dolphin skin.
I love the feeling of horse hide and the smell of their bodies. I love their expressionate eyes that show the feeling of their every emotion.
I love the way birds collect in treetops, and the wild music they make.
I love the rain. I love to stand in it, taste it, feel it. I love the way I think more clearly in this mass of pouring droplets, and I love the way the street looks either like a misted cloud with houses or a whitish-silver fabric spreading across the way.
I love it when I read aloud and can taste the words on my tongue, savor them, understand and feel them.
I love it when I can hear, see and feel the characters in books. I love to feel the action, joy, tension, fear, intensity, ferocity, anger, anxiety. I love it all.
I love the sound of thunder. It’s frightening, ferocious even, but it sounds like warrior drums, saying that a battle is to come.
I love the comfort of a warm embrace when I’m scared or sad.
I love waterfalls that collapse onto clear running water, making a magical roar emerge.
I love words. I love to taste them, for my eyes to feast upon bizarre spellings and magical descriptions.
I love fantasy. I love fair maidens fighting the mightiest dragons, and I love fairies trying to steal human hair for their nests. I love how Dustfinger of Inkheart (Inkspell, Inkdeath) loves his fire and how it kisses him rather than burns.
I love the light trickling sound of streams, that gentle whoo-do-do-do-hoo sound.
I love to write. I love to express what I feel, or what my characters are feeling. I love to create my world and my own languages, and I love to feel and describe.

That is the end!! Please write your own and post it (or put it on your comment). It really was fun!!!


Well, I already posted some

Well, I already posted some things I like on my bio, but here are a few new ones.

I like women's conferences--all the chatter and enthusiasm.

I like going to the beach when the sky is cool and grey, and the sea and the damp sand reflect the color of the sky.

I like those rather unearthly eyes that change from blue to green to grey and then back again in a matter of hours.

I like the way sunlight can transform a person's hair colour.

And I really like being able to italicize in comments!


Annabel | Sat, 06/27/2009

Cool. Yeah, I really like the

Cool. Yeah, I really like the italics too. Another thing I like is: When trees across from one another bend and kiss each others' branches, and then let sunlight try desperately to peek through the density of the branches, making everything dappled.

Erin | Sun, 06/28/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I love the awe you feel when

I love the awe you feel when a storm hits and blows so violently you can't keep you eyes open.

I love hugs. (not that I've been getting many lately. )-;)

I love the way a really good, perfect, crunchy-but-not-too-crunchy watermelon drips down your chin.

I love looking in the mirror on a good day and thinking that just maybe I'm beautiful.

I love when you have an awesome writing idea and you just can't write fast enough.

I love my friends.

I'll think of more later!

Bridget | Sun, 06/28/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya



Erin | Sun, 06/28/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


You have me humming the "Sound of Music" song... 'brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things...'

Your descriptions were so lyrical you might could pass this off as a poem.

I love an unusual turn of phrase.

I love observing people's quirks.

I love the smell of old paper.

I love the satisfyingly heavy feeling of a good, leatherbound book weighing my hands down.

I love hearing the different parts of a choir come together in one multifacited voice.

I also love talking--not that you could tell.

Abbie | Wed, 07/01/2009

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't." ~Pelonius in "Hamlet"

Same here. I like all those

Same here. I like all those things. Talking is fun, for I am an extremely talkative person :)

Erin | Sun, 07/05/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


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