The dewdrops that danced slowly upon the leaves just past the edge of my skull.
The creaking of the porch that held us up.
The sound of rocks under my feet as my shoes hit the pavement.
The feeling of a rested mind upon my shoulder.
The little picture that resides on an easel.
The vibrato of the silence that mesmerized the sound of the giggling to my ears.

Which would have been much less fantastic without the girl next to me.