Simple

Something that I am slowly learning about myself is that I like things that are simple.

I like walking barefoot over stone and feeling that the ground is firm beneath me; stretching my toes out against the hardness and knowing that what I stand on is solid.

Things that are sure, things that are sound appeal to me. I prefer steps carved into the earth with layers of dirt packed beneath them rather than metal stairs suspended in the air held by nothing but steel poles.

I like things that are steady. In my eyes, the covered bridge that hasn't moved in years is much better than the suspension bridge that sways in the wind and tremors with footfall.

Things that are tangible, that can be taken at face value are what I need. Though I enjoy metaphors and riddles and listening to complex topics, my mind is far better suited to discussing the more normal, everyday ideas.

I prefer the ordinary to the extraordinary; because in my eyes, there is so much extraordinary to be found in the small, daily concepts that I have no need to delve into the deeper realms of intellect.

I like warm rain and wet grass.

Blue jeans and sneakers are always my first choice.

I like mountain views and windy days.

Give me a pencil and paper and I'll be happy.

I like good books with a hot cup of tea.

I could sit and study the dandelion for hours.

See, it's the small things that I love. The little ordinary bits of life make me smile, make me laugh.

I like things that are simple.