Rain.
Sleep.
Breathing.
Turned pages.
Skate blades on ice.
Crackling embers.
Crisp Leaves.
Symphonic crickets.
Wind chimes.
Distant thunder.
Wrapping paper.
Skipped stones.
Butter on bread.
Clinking glass.
The ocean at night.
A good kiss.
Rustling trees.
Pensive silence.
The way your name rolls of my tongue--effortlessly, purposefully, deliciously and beyond any discription I could know.
-k.p.
3:20am
