iWILLeatyou

The perfect song, sampled with the wind pouring through your window, interjected by outbursts of a loved one.

Seeing someone lost in thought as the sunlight behind them fights through every seam in the clouds and is refracted by the window before flooding your eyes.

The smell of sun-baked air and freshly cut grass, intermingled with the familiar must of worn leather.

That moment of bliss, where as fate would have it, all these everyday components decided to come together, in an act of grace, as a sudden yet altogether composed symphony of content.