our own personal symphony

For the first time in a long time I am in the sun as we shine I close my eyes and blood fills my eyelids and the light dances across my face like the sultry fingertips of a forgotten lover. Its beautiful how something as simple as sitting in the sun can become a small miracle. And now it rains. And I walk. I let every tiny raindrop embrace my skin. Each cold sensation reminds of a girl I left back home. And I remember those late nights of laughter as we danced like angels to a symphony that never existed.