I like Guinness in cold glass bottles.

I like taking really, really long walks where I disappear.

I like reading texts when I forget the division between reader and writer.

I like watching the cats doze or on high alert as they stare out the windows.

I like cool breezes and very blue air.

I like hot days when crickets sound an electric buzz.

I like the companionship of dogs and thier singular ability to live only in the present.

I like the hard-wrought verse of Lorine Neidecker.