If I were to describe you, how would I do it?
I think I would say that you are like the smell right before it rains in early June. The earth gives off this fresh heat and you can sense it because your skin tingles and the air pulses with energy.
You are a really, really bad pun.
You are that moment when you’re doing a big puzzle and you’ve only got one piece left and you find it under the table, and then it fits perfectly and suddenly the picture makes sense and you see things in an entirely new light.
You are the flip side of my pillow, you’re jumping into the swimming pool on a really hot day, you’re the crunch of fallen leaves under my feet in autumn, you’re the galaxies scattered across the heavens.
You are the reason I’m not afraid of adventures. You are my inspiration to try new things so that I can be more interesting to you.
Oh, but who are you?
