The soft sounds of falling blossoms
The twinkle of a stream as it runs by
The chirping of birds dancing together
The smell of spring and the feel of summer
Stormy hot nights with dark clouds and thunder
The sticky sweet smell of ripe mangoes
The buzzing of crickets on a summers night
The swaying of muslin and silk curtains
The distance buzzing of an old plane
Bright blue skies filled with odd shaped clouds
The notes of a beloved piano heard form a distance
The crackling muffled songs from an old record player
The scent of love, the scent of you as we grow old together.
A simple understanding
Sometimes you meet a person and you feel a deep yet unreal connection with them. It's absurd because you've barely learnt their name and yet somehow you both have an instant understanding and old familiarity. They speak to you in an almost intimate tone and you do the same to them. You can tell what they're like when they're angry and you know they'd tolerate your bad habits.You can picture lazy wet Sunday afternoons spent indoors with them. The childish fights over whose turn it was to make the next cup of tea. You know how exhilarating it would be to travel across the world with them, laughing together and whispering secrets no one else would understand. The picture isn't clouded by lust. , though there might be nothing better than the thought of learning to be intimate with them. There is a celestial depth to the feeling an other worldly quality. When had you met before? Did you know each other in a different time and place? It is unfair to meet such a person and yet be unable to possess them as you feel you should. Isn't it fate that has brought the two of you together?
