I like airplanes and photography and white bed sheets. I like the sun and I like the first snowfall. I like the oceans and the idea of it being infinite. I like listening to strangers on public transport while pretending to be engrossed in a book. I like you. I like writing and reading and forgetting about everything. I like traveling and exploring. I like watching lonely strangers in small bookstores or coffeeshops and the way they stare out of windows, I like imagining what their stories are, what they've done and where they're going. I like men that dress well and the smell of coffee. I like the smell of the forest after the rain. I like the sound of a shutter and a typewriter. I like to dream.