I love hear the noise the birds make when flying
and imagine what I would do if I were one of them.
I love the laughter of babies and freckles that I will never have

The way the rain hits the floor, the way the rain touches the ground and then the rainbow that forms.
What is it that has besides him, what besides the sunset?

I love the smell of my grandmother and the stories that she tells, are like a book just inside my head.
I love remembering before when everything was possible, that at last Narnia was really in my wardrobe.

I love to think that one day the mermaids sang with me and
and the Olympus will be my home.