It’s the little things.
The door held open when your hands
are just a little too full
The bright smile and hello when
your world is just a little too dark
The careless perfect words uttered
by a friend at just the right time
the leaves blowing aimlessly,
dancing through the air.
The first burst of flavor
and your teeth sink into
a fresh strawberry.
The echoing silence after a good song.
The ache of muscles well worked
The smell of wood smoke
The weathered palm of my grandmother’s hand
the pleasant weight of a wallet
the way your eyes shine in the light
the memories of marvelous moments
the daily dance of duty,
endlessly pointless but filled with purpose
a porpoise arching through the air
breathing, beating, feeling
the curve of your lips
and the beauty of the silent moments
when the world seems to take a breathe
Sometimes life isn’t about the big picture.
Sometimes why, and how don’t matter
sometimes…it’s just the little things.