I like fields with lush grass just as much as when the grass is freshly mowed.

I like the green of new leaves illuminated by the sun.

I like the scent of cut grass, an intoxicating aroma that awakens spring within me.

I like the agility of cats and the loyalty of dogs.

I like the sight of a plum blossom branch in a glass vase under the light of a lampshade.

I like white puffs of clouds.

I like raindrops clinging to the tips of leaves just after the rain has stopped.

I like the sudden appearance of a rabbit as I walk through the forest.

I like the sunset reflected in a glass of wine.

I like coming across a wise thought expressed in poetic form while reading.

I like occasionally recalling moments of intimate retreat, appreciating the pleasure in realizing they were a gift of chance.

I like a towel hanging on an old lime-painted wall.

I like islands.

I like riding my bike through city streets at night.

I like it when images from the past come to me with extraordinary clarity, even down to the specks of dust, allowing me to relive the experience fully.

I like the first plunge into the sea.

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