I like it when I am going for a walk and I can smell the fabric softener smell coming from people's dryer vents.
I like the smell of woodsmoke on a cold winter night.
I like the smell that comes after rain, the smell of plastic beach toys, the smell of chlorine both swimming pools and bleach.
I like being hugged so hard I can barely breathe (only by Don and only sometimes).
I used to love the reflections that the sunlight bouncing off the swimming pool and through my eyelet curtains made on the walls in my bedroom in the morning at the house we lived in when I was in eighth grade.
I like thunderstorms and being rained on if it's warm.
I like the feel of silly putty.
I like the sound of snow crunching under my feet.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers
I love trees; I could watch them for hours. The way the leaves move in the breeze, the designs the bare branches make against the sky...
I also love listening to whippoorwills.
And playing with my dogs.
And walking in the rain.
And smelling fresh air, the special scent of each season.
And hanging my clothes on the line. (and sleeping in a bed of sun-dried linens)
And watching fire.
All these things and more... when I do them, I exist only in the moment, in the physical sensations they produce. It's almost like I forget I'm a whole person, and I'm wrapped up in that one sensation.
I like running my hand along a metal railing that has been painted and heated by a sun... it has a unique texture and a likeable temperature. and, laying down on couches that have been warmed by the sun (kind of like a heated bed, great for naps..). driving somewhere when the air is still damp on a summer morning air.
I love the colour of a room when it's raining heavily outside and how that colour to me feels like most piano music.
I love tossing rocks into deep pools just to hear the "plunk" they make when they hit the water.
I love the smell of books.
I like the massive crack a tree makes when the trunk has been split.
I love looking up through leaves when the light shines through them and how each leaf shifts the light differently so that when the wind blows, there's a visual concert of light.
I love watching the light reflections from water on walls and the sound of dripping water echoing.
I love old rooms full of antiques that haven't been touched in years and are taken apart...I love attics and basements and I love exploring through these things, walking carefully as if the floor might disappear. I love old places that feel like they haven't seen a face for ages and feel empty and devoid of people except or myself. In such places, even my mind goes silent and I feel very small and watchful and time becomes irrelevant except for the space I occupy.
I love the texture of river rocks, wet driftwood, snake scales, and rabbit fur.
I love watching my dog explore something she's never seen before...and how she visably perks up and arches her head down...and you can SEE her thinking, "What is this? What happens if I poke it? What is it made of? Is it edible?"
I like watching the simple things... the leaves on branches of the tree outside my window dancing in the breeze. The random birds, both the little finches and the crows, landing on the tree. That single odd black squirrel that keeps on running back and forth across the street. I have the radio going into the background. Half listening, sometimes humming along with it, sometimes singing even though I am horribly off-key. Sometimes people give me weird looks because I, as one of the most impatient person around, can sit there staring at things for hours. They ask me what I'm looking at, and I tell them "the trees..." etc. I think they think I'm crazy.
Putting on some good music (trance, funk, jam band, ambient, drum n bass), turning down the lights, turning iTunes visualizer on, burning some, and then watching the visualizer do it's thing.
Though, I don't think this is 'oddly' enjoyable. Obviously enjoyable, more accurately.
For my oddly enjoyable sensory thing, I like pulling open a heavy door and feeling the pull/stretch in your upper back, shoulder, and arm. Feels awesome to me for some reason.
Immediately before a heavy summer thunderstorm right as the sun is setting - orange clouds obscure the sky, the hot air gets really humid, a cool breeze begins to stir, and an odd silence washes over everything.