A field of vibrant, tall sunflowers.
Subtle rays of light filtering through the Autumn leaves.
Stalks of fallen hay, freshly harvested.
Ice clinking in a glass of tea on a hot summer’s day.
The gentle thrumming of guitar strings to a song I’ve yet to learn.
Shaunie’s laugh at even the smallest things; So vibrant and bold.
The SpongeBob ice creams from the ice cream truck on boiling days.
Biting into a sugar-coated lemon, the sour burst paired with lemony sweetness.
The lasting taste of a Sprite on my lips as I trace those old back roads.
Settling into the warm grass; Florida sun beating down on my skin.
The cool night’s air whirling against me as I ran home.
My cat’s fur as she curled up in the crook of my spine, the sun creeping through the window.
Yellow rejuvenates our souls, stirring up the old.