The beginning

I really love the colour blue. I also love gliding my hand along the current of air that flies past the passenger window of a car, that almost convulsive shiver I get when someone gently traces their finger up the back of my neck, picking mooshed up twisties out of my molars with my tongue and freeing up a big chunkagunk to chew on, resting my arm ever so slightly against my dates arm in a movie theatre to see if she pulls away or not... and she doesn't.
I love all those things very much but the thing I love most of all is... actually howzabout I just show you...