I like the way the tulips, wrapped in pinks and purples and whites and yellows and greens, stand tall, even under wet, heavy snow.

I like the way the grass and bushes are green even when it’s sleeting.

I like the way a stranger sends me stories while I pass them in the street.

I like the way the nutmeg floats to the top of my chai before I first slurp it.

I like the way the fish greet me when I open the blinds next to their tank.

I like the way I fall asleep within five minutes of closing my eyes.