Its the little things. In the end, its always the little things. Its the note you slipped in your lovers coat. Its the moment you both laughed till you cried for no reason. Its the color of the sky when you wheeled the trash can down to the curb. Its the smell of homemade macaroni and cheese. Its the warm moment of deep understanding between colleagues. Its the music of the city street below. Its the soft air of a suburban Saturday morning. Its the scent of pine and woodsmoke at the cabin. Its the deep stillness of the desert, and the way you feel your soul unfurl. Its the lapping of the waves on the hull in safe harbor. Its never the big things -- the diplomas, the trophies, the wealth, the palace, the power. Its always the little things.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 14:45:26 +0000
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