The Little Things

It's a baby boy
Squealing when his ball rolls away.
It's a deer, with its innocence and grace.
It's the waves that reach the shore, creating
Smooth, cool earth.
It's the crinkle in his nose when he laughs at your joke.
It's the first sip of a carbonated drink after a long, hot day.
It's a bite of chocolate, turning up the corners of your smile.
It's the cool, fresh air at 6 A.M. on a June morning.
It's the smell of campfire,
Passionate and alive in smoke.
It's driving a little too fast, but never fast enough.
It's giving in to pouring rain.

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