It's in the eyes
Calm.
Dangling of my fingers over the edge of a boat, gently caressing in and out of the still water.
Blue.
Grey pale mountain peaks, hazy off in the distance.
Warm.
Fresh baguette, a little crispy, crumbly, sensitive, doey, hard, satisfying.
Happy.
School boy, running wild through a play ground, stick in hand, drawing in the mud, flinging it about, laughter.
Knowing.
Aged tree, full of wisdom, sadness, understanding, scarred yet functional, tall, strong, alive.
Light.
Bouncing bubbles, dancing thoughts, candlelit understandings, broken hearts.