Or the sea inside seashells
No longer thinking about tomorrow
Wandering along the paths
Catching the wave on your board
Listening late to a concerto
A love note on the fridge
Opening a good Saint-Emilion
Your cat on your lap
Shooting stars in August
Lighting the fireplace fire
Gifting a book you loved
Walking hand in hand
And then kissing you on the nose
Finally seeing spring again
And giving it a bunch of flowers
Finally letting time be
Looking for noon at two