Oct 2018
Smells of sweet damp earth
Sun, sparkling through trees
A squirrel runs, mouth full of food.
Watching, sleep deprived
Drawing deeply on the cheerful air.
Tears collecting, unchecked.
One cool wind brushes bare skin
Hairs standing on end
Drops slip passed beaming lips
Absolute ecstasy
Sun, sparkling through trees
A squirrel runs, mouth full of food.
Watching, sleep deprived
Drawing deeply on the cheerful air.
Tears collecting, unchecked.
One cool wind brushes bare skin
Hairs standing on end
Drops slip passed beaming lips
Absolute ecstasy
One day a few years ago after a particularly late night of studying I had a moment of true pure simple joy on the way back to my house after class. The wind brushed me in just the right way the sun hit me in just the right way and everything was good. I cried because no moment had ever been so perfect and none have since.
