The blur of golden grass draped over hills and the hum of air whistling by
Stretched out in a car with splashes of sun or lights reflected in my eye
The conversations with a stranger not by phone but on a desk
Like waiting for a message in a bottle and returning every day to check
The eruption of emotions when a book or movie finally succeeds
In capturing my heart and mind without fading once I leave
The secret thrill of adorning fun socks covered in ducks or rainbow stripes
Like the eighth wonder of the world and for my friends a breathtaking sight
The discovery of an item from the “lost and found” scattered across every street
A good luck penny, a sparkling rock, each treasure bittersweet
The embrace of laughter and the rose-colored tint
Of basking in the sound of chaotic gatherings with mouth-watering aromas carried on the wind
The breath of heat that thaws my blood after escaping the chill outside
Icicles clinging to my bones and frozen in my skin but strangely satisfied
A reminder to myself when days feel empty
Of the little things in life that make me happy
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
The blur of golden grass draped over hills and the hum of air whistling by
Stretched out in a car with splashes of sun or lights reflected in my eye
The conversations with a stranger not by phone but on a desk
Like waiting for a message in a bottle and returning every day to check
The eruption of emotions when a book or movie finally succeeds
In capturing my heart and mind without fading once I leave
The secret thrill of adorning fun socks covered in ducks or rainbow stripes
Like the eighth wonder of the world and for my friends a breathtaking sight
The discovery of an item from the “lost and found” scattered across every street
A good luck penny, a sparkling rock, each treasure bittersweet
The embrace of laughter and the rose-colored tint
Of basking in the sound of chaotic gatherings with mouth-watering aromas carried on the wind
The breath of heat that thaws my blood after escaping the chill outside
Icicles clinging to my bones and frozen in my skin but strangely satisfied
A reminder to myself when days feel empty
Of the little things in life that make me happy
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