life should be filled with these things

people

people strolling through the streets at night

people strolling through the streets at night illuminated by streetlights and head lights and trees covered in christmas lights

sunshine
sunshine warm like honey and gold like honey and sweet like hot maple syrup stuck to the ends of your fingers
sunshine peaking through the blinds at 6am and illuminating your dusty room with gold and honey and syrup and warmth

the view from a balcony at night
tiny pinpricks of light moving hither and dither while the cold air dances around your face
the cold air says hi and brings a bale of laughter from the apartment opposite
there's someone on the rooftop three buildings away
you can see the ocean moving as a midnight cruise cruises past

wonder where that's going

the feeling of wishing someone was here beside you standing on that balcony
tiny pinpricks of light flickering off as the sun crawls up and the ocean turns gold
and the morning air says hi and greets you with the clip-clop of footsteps on the pavement below
that tiny house across the harbour does what it does best and peaks through the light on cue
a bird on the rooftop three buildings away
the ocean sparkling emerald as a morning ferry begins tut-tutting and tut-tutting

wonder if it can take me somewhere 

rainy days

rainy days and the pitter-patter of raindrops

rainy days when the rain eases and the raindrops seem to be tiny kisses littering your face and neck and hands

rainy days when you go out in a dress just to feel those tiny feathery kisses on your body

rainy days when the air is humid and the sky is dark and everything seems more romantic

a love song 
a love song that starts playing in your head as you look over the rainy city
a love song that starts playing in your head as the wind blows and trees rustle and leaves fall in a waltz
a love song that starts playing in your head as you remember things and you can't control the smile