I stop it in the exact moment of our mountain descent.
I see your strong shoulders
Making effort on the way down,
The muscles of your legs
Supporting your entire pungent figure.
I go back to allowing time to pass.
Slowly.
As you turn your head and smile,
With the breeze messing your hair,
I smile to your smile.
I smile to the imperfection of it,
With its missing tooth,
And because I know you are happy.
“It was such a great day”.
The sun and the moon breathtakingly align on our way up,
Closing the cycle of that particular space.
This is how I describe happiness.
This and waking up warm,
Feeling the scent of the coffee you are preparing for us
Spread out in the house made of wood.
