Flying_Monkey
Recyclist
- Location
- Odawa
My son. Everything he does: the way he sings and dances unselfconsciously; his neat little drawings; his obsession with numbers; the way he runs around naked and laughing after his bath; the way he still holds onto my ear, as he's done since he was a baby, if he's really tired. I mean I love my wife too, but I'd go so far as to say that I didn't really understand love fully until he was born.
There are many other things that make me happy or that I find satisfying or fulfilling in various ways, but none of those really compare. Here are some of them:
Watching the water and the clouds from the top deck of the ferry coming home
My wife's pancakes on Sunday mornings
People enjoying the food I've made
Reading a novel on my own
Our homemade blackberry jam
Finishing races
The poetry of Shuntaro Tanikawa
A well-cut suit
Watching the trees grow in our evolving forest garden
There are many other things that make me happy or that I find satisfying or fulfilling in various ways, but none of those really compare. Here are some of them:
Watching the water and the clouds from the top deck of the ferry coming home
My wife's pancakes on Sunday mornings
People enjoying the food I've made
Reading a novel on my own
Our homemade blackberry jam
Finishing races
The poetry of Shuntaro Tanikawa
A well-cut suit
Watching the trees grow in our evolving forest garden
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