the things...

the conglomeration of things that make me feel alive:

they are the cloud filled skies that move with the wind

and the clear sunrises that blend into the atmosphere

they are the gentle raindrops that fall on my cheeks

and the fluffy snowflakes that melt on my eyelashes

they are the shooting stars that linger in the darkness

and the craters that cover the moon

they are the pine trees that sit on the mountainside intertwined

and the red rocks that stand dignified in the desert

they are the rivers that rush with blue water

and the lakes that remain still as glass

they are the messy hairdos that were created by the wind

and the soft eyes that tell you a soul's story

they are the mixtures of notes that resound in your ears

and the vibrations you feel when the thunder rolls

they are the tickles from the fish nibbling on your toes

and the rich scent of the ground after it rains

they are the warmth of a fire you started all on your own

and the comfort of a blanket holding you in the night

they are the sips of hot chocolate on a chilly evening

and the softness of a hug, long awaited

they are the inside jokes that make it hard to breathe

and the sweet times that bring tears to your eyes

they are the moments that cannot be described with the human voice

and all the feelings that words cannot do justice for

these are the things that refresh my soul. 

for many, these are the things that may not be enough, but to others—they are all too much. 

what a realization to be able to feel and experience these things in an abundance of ways.