I love the way sunlight filters through the forest canopy; the rays of light partially illuminating the dark forest floor. I love the elongated shadows of tree trunks and the flickering reflections from dewdrops hung heavy on the light green leaves of the bushes that lined the trail. I love how the soft soil absorbs the shock of my footsteps landing on the ground, how the air, smelling of fresh broken branches and fallen leaves decomposing, rushes into my lungs and runs through every fibre of my body like an electric pulse.
I love the quiet softness, the peaceful silence, the comforting solitude, and the exhilarating liberation that comes with "here" and "now."
I love, love and love all this and much more; I love easily and I love to love but what's in question here and now is if I would love myself.