I like live oak trees. I like the strange gleam of leaves when the sky is partly overcast. I like open spaces, the shapes of hills. I like waking up with the sun on a camping trip. I like California. I like Rosie. I like sunlight through white curtains filled with the wind. I like brunch. I like my friends. I like games. I like champagne. I like birds and bees, the tangled limbs of trees, the circles made by out of focus light, the enigma of color.