Suddenly, I noticed something about the wind that I had not before. The wind smelt of him. When I was no longer with him, the full blast of the wind’s familiarity hit me, like an avalanche or a bomb from a raiding fighter jet.
The leaves reach out and take a dip in the elixir of golden brown light. Summer is here.
I want to see and feel the entire world so that I can say you’re the best I’ve known.
Somehow, in some distant past, there was a pulse of time, when the lines of my palm seeped into yours. A keepsake. Read me just as you would read time.
An ounce of peace and a gallon of quiet!