The intensity with which the sun burns.
The myriad shades the sky is lit with.
The breeze that blows my hair.
The droplets falling from far above.
The twinkle in my mother’s eyes.
The words of Robert Frost.
The brightness of the stars.
The perfectly imperfect world.
The peace I felt writing this.
“The Universe is in your bones,
The Stars in your eyes.
And these wonders makes Life”