Before They Taught Us to Hate, We Knew How to Love

You know what I love? I love the smell of earth after a rain shower. I love the smell of coffee in the morning — not the idea of it, the actual smell, before the first sip, when it still holds all its promise. I love the feeling of a body made sore by a good yoga class, the specific satisfaction of muscles that worked. I love the smell of sweat on a dance floor. I love the energy that lives in me…