and i think to myself..what a wonderful world
The night air was crisp, and breezy; the sky as black as the silky fur of a wild panther, (mischief crept through the atmosphere ) flourescent colours streamed through the air with fierce expolsions, while we lit my favourite herbal remedy. Adventures were carried out on foot, venturing along busy roads, and up quiet streets. Three bodies rolled down a mountain they thought they'd never manage to climb once, let alone twice. Giggles ruptured from deep within our bellies, and roared throughout a sleeping town. Our voices carried the tune of "What a wonderful world" like a choir of fallen angels, but the sound of our voices mattered much less than the extatic smiling of our hearts. Those same three bodies later settled, and cuddled closely to create heat, and conquer autumns frigid reborn sense of self.