I love simple pleasures - the clouds, the open road, frogs and salamanders, stilettos and birks. The journey where the destination often changes mid-course. Deep connections - a smile, a random conversation about the weather at the bus stop, a knowing look, fulfilling my purpose in the world.
I love touch. I love to feel electricity with a touch of the knee or a lingering kiss; security through a full body bear hug; support in the frame of a waltz, kompa, or bachata; warmth with an outstretched hand and pleasant gaze. My feet solidly present on the ground, a rock face, or a wooded path.
The flowers you bring can be wild weeds. The date can be reading our own books but sitting together. The new recipe we make can be a total disaster. As long as we enjoy the time spent near each other. Easy. Honest. Comfortable.