god is in the details

His dimples.
My curly hair.
The railroad tracks across the street.
Movies based on literature.
Chain reactions.
Full moon nights.
Wind chimes.
Paying with exact change.
Pennies with your birth year.
Books. Old book smell.
Glittery sand on the beach.
Holding hands.
Being 'metal'.
Hard rocking to your favorite songs.
Making lists like these.
Sunrises.
Brushing your teeth.
Fruit.
Fruits asians.
Shiatsu massage.
The rose I found on the beach, all sandy and scented.
Tea.
Hot cocoa.
Art.
Laughter.
Smiling at strangers that smile back.
Hobos.
The word 'Betwixt'.
Karnivool.
Tool.
Hearing neighbors clomp up the stairs.
Big red couches.
Seashells.
Pebbles from foreign countries.
Coins from foreign countries.
Postcards.
Jewellery.
Trees.
Doodles.
Loving people like things.
Friends that kick ass.
My sisters.
My little brother.
My mom.
Mountains.
Rivers.
Oceans.
Flower petals that love you, love you not.
Singing bowls.
Altars and shrines.
Clocks with roman numerals.
Penguin books.
Tinier versions of small things.
Kitten sneezes.
Moorchildren.
Honey.
Blankets.
Crystals.
Smudgy, sexy eye make-up.
Feeling loved.
Being in love.
Dancing on rooftops.
Poetic song lyrics.
Inside jokes.
Continuously texting someone all day.
Anything hand made.
Steampunk.
The name 'Everest' for a baby.
Top Gun.
Singing.
Making things.
Cameras.
Polariod pictures.
Indie Rock.
Great food.
Concerts.
Running for no reason.
Feeling FREE.
Playing ‘Apples to Apples’ with friends who get your humor.
Returning home after vacation.
Road trips with friends.
Summertime feelings in other times of the year.
Passports.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Making out with someone really attractive.
Discovering new things about yourself.
Dik-Diks.