the smell before it rains and the taste of that first sip of tea in -20 degrees
the slow untangling of your thoughts with every beat of the drum, the way the wind blows right through you just enough to move you forward and never enough to blow you down
the sound of typing fingers when you know you're onto something good, the feeling of your own, and finally not his, skin
the seasons are changing and baby so are you / six senses are helping you develop into someone new
enjoy the little things, because those tend to leave the quickest