Jamming on the keyboard is something special to me, and finding the just right chord progression by just randomly placing my hand on chords I cannot name, then record them.. That's special to me.
Writing, whether it be lyrics or poetry or short stories. I have been told I have a way with words.
Walking, on a cool, overcast day, with a light breeze. My favorite weather.
Night, decently warm, with a light breeze, without mosquitoes. The same sentiment.
Playing that really fast song with the orchestra. You really get into it.
Staying with friends, even if I'm not extremely involved with whatever they're doing.
Nostalgic video games when its cold in the house, or winter and I have the back door open (don't ask why).
Nostalgic movies (sometimes I just want to watch Watership Down every day)
Watership Down. To me, that is one of the greatest books in existence.
Sharing said book or music with others, and hearing their feedback. I've given away a copy of A Farewell to Kings and can't wait to hear the feedback of it (I still don't exactly know the person I gave it to, only hearing from a friend of his that he really liked it. One day I will find out exactly how much.) (I let a friend borrow Watership Down, he read it within about a week, he LOVED it. That made me happy.)
Cold weather. As long as I am wearing a jacket, it is heavenly.
Certain foods my mother makes I will eventually share with my college roomates not long from now. (Coddle, Chili, Mushroom Rice, and many others.)