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It’s the warmth of a summer evening

While watching the sun slip under the horizon,

And of a house on Thanksgiving day.

It’s the absence of fear or hunger

Gnawing at your stomach,

Consuming your every thought.

It’s the memory of laughter,

Looking back at a moment,

At a frame standing still,

As if you are watching your own life

Through a paused television.

It’s the peace that you inexplicably feel

When gazing at a candle’s flame.

It’s the best days of your life,

With all of the bad moments meticulously sorted out

By an invisible specter of light.

It’s love without the threat of loss,

Calm without the forthcoming storm.

It’s taking a walk at the ocean’s shore

Before the world has begun to stir,

Just you and the mist,

Walking together in silence,

Listening to the soundtrack of the waves.

It’s the crackle of a fire,

The feeling of gentle rain,

The view from a mountain’s peak.

It’s dawn and it’s dusk,

And the sun shining high.

It’s the beginning and the end,

And all the beautiful things

That pass by.