Dots on a Page
One of my absolute favorite things would have to be drops of ink, spread meticulously and systematically on a piece of paper.
Why?
Quite simply because ink, when arranged into lines and curves, create letters. When these letters are arranged, they become words, and the words join together to create thoughts.
I can delve into the minds of people I had never knew existed; and I can communicate with the great writers of the past in a (slightly one sided) conversation.
But the ink doesn't stop with poems, novels, and plays. It can also form rigid lines, spherical dots, hollow dots, squiggly lines, and even lines that negate other lines. These all coming together to form, Chopin's "Op. 9 No. 2"; Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"; Gustav Holst's "The Planets"; Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor"; Rossini's "William Tell Overture"; Tchaikovsky's "Overture of 1812"; Rachmaninov's "The Isle of the Dead"; Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2; Mozart's "Turkish March"; Carl Orff's "Oh Fortuna"; Saint-Saen's "Carnival of the Animals". Shall I go on?
This is why I love those little ink droplets. They give me a link to these great musical geniuses. Music is my first love, writing takes second place.
As much as I love stories told with words, I have a much greater love for stories told through "dots on a page".