This is the air that smells like the leaves that start to decay.
This is the crumbling of stones as the ocean crashes into them day after day.
This is the rush of the wind that messes up your hair.
This is the smile on your face as your friend speeds up around the curve of the road.
This is the laugh that escapes your lips as you feel yourself let go.
This is the pure joy and excitement of teenage rebellion.
This is the sad truth that hits you after a long day.
This is the dread and anxiety of coming back to reality.
This is the migraine you wake up to the next morning.
This is the squinting of your eyes as you attempt to stare at your phone in the middle of the night.
This is the worry that he might never call back.
This is the warmth of your family's love.
This is the comfort of knowing everything will be okay.
Enjoy the little things.