After Wislawa Szymborska
I like the morning-sound of ground coffee beans.

I like the symphony of leaves in light rain.

I like the delight of an unexpected friend around the corner.

I like watching expressions over opening lunchboxes. 
I like looking back.

I like windows with views.

I like silhouettes, but not shadows.

I like speaking to people older than me, except when they are children.

I like humanity’s complexity, but not its cunning.

I like when the few are led by the many,

but not when many impose upon a few.
I like the in-betweens.

I like being left more than being right.

I like when someone admits they don’t know the answer,

but not when they say there is only one answer.