The way the sun pours through the window

Casting a faint rainbow on old records

Hozier spins a soft melody

The one you close your eyes to

And slowly spin around like no one is near

 

The quiet chirp of birds in the distance

The leaves on the trees barely move

With no wind in sight

Running barefoot on the gravel

To go smell the air,

The kind of air that is only present in the nights of summer

It’s like no other

 

I could lay here for hours

And watch the stars as they sparkle

And the earth as it rotates

It’s these moments I feel,

I’m doing what I should be