It's
waking up to chiming bells
and groans surrounding you
and a rising sun.
It's
singing so loud everyone is heard
trying to play a speed card game quietly
running around in a old ball gown and magicians hat
glitter in your hair
getting a mud facial in a creek
hugs
laughing in the rain
Chuckles Benedict
It's
the taste of
instant oatmeal
sweet potato biscuits
morning dew
open woods
It's
the sound of
slamming screen doors
screams of laughter
strums of guitar
clanking plates
purring cicadas
roaring campfires
It's
the feel of
wind on your face
hands holding yours
cold splash of the creek
dirt smooshed between toes
sun between leaves
It's
the love
of love
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