Not from being cold.
The kind you get all over again thinking back to fond memories.
Like watching the sunrise at the sand dunes.
Or African children singing their little hearts out to you.
The sunset at the beach.
Deep conversations around the fire with the late night stragglers.
Heart-to-hearts in the middle of the road.
Walking to the pier and down the beach at dusk with a friend.
Hugs and goodbye's to African friends.
Finding out you've inspired someone to change their way of life for the better. "I want what you have." She said.
These goose bumps.
The good kind.
I like these.