I like
The plinking sounds some lights make when they turn on and warm up. That half-awake moment when you remember someone’s sleeping next to you. Cutlery with heavy handles, forks with thin tines. Good whiskey, a solid whiskey glass, clean ice. Quiet, empty, warm offices. Girls who read. The phrase ‘to turn a phrase’. Turning a phrase. The people you meet when you’re both hiking a long trail. Red onion, in look and taste. Flirting with waitresses in foreign countries. Brussels sprouts. Girls who sing softly to themselves when they’re listening to music, especially on buses. Talking with people who have a passion, and seeing them get swept up in their excitement, especially when it’s something I think is boring. Wandering down to my local corner-shop just to buy milk. Tales of valour and honour and other inherently stupid acts. Kids and their enthusiasm for anything and everything. Waking up early on Sundays. Sleeping in a sleeping bag. White fairy-lights hung in trees, especially outdoors. New tennis-balls. Cats. Long train journeys.
