Pleasure
Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world. E.A. Bucchianeri
The cold, blue calm of evening waters.
Everything looks starry through raindrops in my eyelashes.
Autumn colour scattered every way after a storm.
A warm hug from a friend who says it’s been too long.
The smell of frying garlic and a glass of wine in my hand.
These are simple, perfect pleasures.
This is what the world is made of.
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