Canada.
Music, making it and listening to it.
Art, making it, looking at it, talking about it.
Poetry, reading it, writing about it, hearing it, putting it to song.
Writing.
Reading.
Wildlife, watching it on TV, listening to it, drawing it, looking at photographs of it.
Acting, watching it, and doing so.
Movies, watching them and writing them.
The warm feeling you get when you do something good, be it finish a preformance, or hug your sister.
The peace and quiet in my room.
My room.
My hammock, which I named Hammock.
The halo around the moon (corona).
The moon.
The rain.
Listening to the rain.
Having my cat, Chippy, sleep under the covers with me with her paws and head on my arm.
The purr of Chippy.
Getting a phone call from a friend.
Somone saying hello to me.
The feeling I get when I let loose on the guitar.
The thump my dog, Anna, makes with her tail when I say good morning to her.
Really cold (to the point of being hard) ice cream.
Avicados.
Smoked Salmon.
Mangos.
Chocolate.
White Chocolate.
Almonds.
A good story.
Battlefield Earth.
The Lord of the Rings.
Edgar Allan Poe's stories.
The raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
Freedom.
Canada.
Freedom.
Seeing the roses outside my window.
Watching the bees outside my window.
Picking blueberries.
Seeing my family.
Seeing my friends.
The way my dog talks.
The colours of a cuttlefish.
Reminising.
Laughing.
Smiling.
Making someone else laugh.
Making someone else smile.
Looking at the stars.
Watching the clouds.
Self realisation.
Canada.