Tuesday, 22 December 2009

The finer things in life . .

I would choose a jar full of the fluffy bits of clouds. I would capture an autumn sunset, complete with the scent of damp trees, and the coolness of the air, and the sound of the leaves caressing your feet as your walk. I would have toothpaste kisses, and the hugs that are meant for stopping your tears, but just make them come harder.
I would have a elderly couple walking hand in hand on the beach, reminiscing on the past, and discussing tonight's dinner. There would be a girl crying on her bed, heartbroken for the first time, holding close her teddy that has been in the back of her wardrobe for the past seven years. There would be a mother holding a baby, hours old crying with joy and pride. And a daughter watching as her father took his last breath, her last moment as daddy's little girl.
I would have the sound of dawn, and of dusk, and the smell of the first barbecue of the summer. There would be the butterflies that explore your stomach when your hand brushes past "the one". I would choose the feel of a hand, stroking your face, and the look someone gives you before they kiss you, the look that says 'always'.
I would have my first laugh, my childlike giggle, my proper belly laugh, my uncontrollable laugh, my dignified chuckle, and the smiling laugh when your kissing someone who will always matter.
I would have home cooked meals, and Sunday roasts. Hot tea and biscuits, and fish and chips. Picnics on the beach and in the park and in the woods. Walks in wellies and jumping in puddles. The smell of baking and the taste of grandmas puddings.
The gaps between your fingers which were perfectly crafted to fit someone elses. And the way you hands play and dance together as you talk, without you even realising it. The sound of the sea, and the smell of the beach. How sand looks when its running through your fingers. The way raindrops chase each other, racing down the windows of the car, and how you will just that one to win. Cuddles in bed on lazy Sundays. When your feeling down, and a stranger gives you a huge smile. Daisy chains and freshly cut grass. Birds swimming through the clouds.

These are all the things that I think makes life wonderful. The things that make us human, and the things that make humanity so great.
The way we live.
The way we love.