Little Things
We went to Earth the other day.
There were two birds perched on a telephone cord. They appeared to be doves with a coloration similar to that of a robin. One of them repeated a low, cooing chirp as it hopped along the wire.
The sky was a perfect azure blue behind them, laced with ghostly white clouds. It looked very deep and distant.
The morning sun, still low in the sky, gave the bright summer leaves a golden shine. The wind was soft and cool, like the touch of a friend's hand. It carried the faintest scent of rain.
These little things are beautiful. These are things I never want to lose.
There were two birds perched on a telephone cord. They appeared to be doves with a coloration similar to that of a robin. One of them repeated a low, cooing chirp as it hopped along the wire.
The sky was a perfect azure blue behind them, laced with ghostly white clouds. It looked very deep and distant.
The morning sun, still low in the sky, gave the bright summer leaves a golden shine. The wind was soft and cool, like the touch of a friend's hand. It carried the faintest scent of rain.
These little things are beautiful. These are things I never want to lose.