Slipping naked skin into steaming hot water

Stepping into a room that smells of sweet vanilla

The loud crunch of untampered snow under feet in winter’s silence

Sleeping in a field under the noon-time sun

Sighing at the neighboring peaks of mountains

Fresh cerulean blue water carrying a salty breeze

Coming home after having been too long away

Laying in the dark awaiting the rise of the moon

And the way you look at me when you enter the room