New Things

I like this house.  I like that when I come inside I get to go upstairs instead of down.  I like the enormous windows in my room.  I like the way the late afternoon sun shines through them and gives me a couple hours of cheery warmth and light during peak homework time.  I like the cast iron radiators that remind me of the house we lived in for a couple months when I was four.  I like the piano in the dining room.  I like the backyard and the little deck and the clothesline and my birdfeeder.  I'm even learning to like the peculiar music of the squeaky creaky staircase.

I like this neighbourhood.  I like the cats who sunbathe on our deck.  I like how many people in the area have dogs.  I like the sound of my neighbour's kids playing outside most afternoons.  I like the delicious aroma that drifts over from the Ben's bakery down the street.  I like hearing all the different church bells ring on Sunday mornings, creating the comforting small town feel of home.

I like this song.

I like the way it twines itself around my brain.  I like the way I find myself drumming my fingers to the melody.  I like the way those haunting lyrics show up in my thoughts when I'm not expecting them.