By A. Krauss [/audio
I love the smell of old books and seeing notes on the edges of the page and highlighted areas, words and phrases that meant something to someone else. The crunch of fall leaves. I love raw and honest conversations that can catch two people off guard and the intimacy that occurs in those moments. I love being surprised, spontaneous, risky and feeling safe in someone’s arms. I love “heat,” the crackling sounds and smells that come from a wood stove. I love to feel challenged mentally and physically. I love to surprise others! I love blankets. Soft thick heavy blankets and being buried underneath them. I love getting dressed up every once in a while. But I can’t beat my love for yoga pants, Hudson jeans, and perfectly worn out sweatshirts. I love writing. I love words. But I do not like texts because things get complicated, and thing become misinterpreted. I love exploring different environments – places I have never been, farms, fields, cities, and towns. Even more I love the high old growth trees that get lost in the sky, I love how they creak when the wind blows – the rain that drips from the needles… under these trees I would love a secret a place I only know about. A place that was mine.