The soothing smell of jasmine mingles with the chirping of new crickets, carried into the room by an intoxicating breeze that comes swirling in from the adventurous north west to ask for a dance as we two lie together, listening to the sounds of summer.
I turn my head to the left and note the time, 0:00.
'Look at that...right in this moment, time is nothing.'
and we lie there, soaked in warmth and contentment, purely existing for that one incredible moment, watching the clock tick over to 0:01, and a new day as we wait for the sunrise.
The Holding Of One's Breath
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