To me, lovely is weather that is not too hot or too cold.
It's drinking creamy rich masala staring at the rolling silhouettes of the mountains in northern Thailand. It's colorful mats to sit on and the freedom to spend the whole day as I please.
It's supporting my body with healthy, fresh, colorful sustenance and stretching each limb until it loosens.
It's unapologetically occupying my own little space of the universe in those rare moments when I feel just right, not too little, not too much, just enough.
It's the vibrant green of lush trees spread in front of me, and the pure blue of the sky, set against the soft white of the clouds. It's the bright colors of the flowers soaking in the sun, radiating with the energy of light.
It's the fleeting moments when past and future blur and melt away, and all you have is now.
It's the cozy limbo you feel gazing out the window of a twisting-turning van in a foreign country, as idyllic scenery rolls by, in tune with your own winding thoughts.
It's letting those thoughts weave stories like spider webs in your mind, taking you places, gently setting you adrift, while you simply float on.
That's lovely, to me.