a summer night.

Walking up the stairs to my front door, I pause and I suddenly remember; We were sitting here, my legs slung across his lap with my back resting against the wall - I was relaxed, comfortable. It had been raining earlier. The summer air was fresh and cooler than most summer nights; we sat and we talked. The conversation was relaxed, comfortable. Words fell naturally as conversation carried on into the early hours. As we spoke, the stars hung in the cloudless sky and I couldn't help but think about how insignificant this moment was to the rest of the world, yet, so significant to me. I was happy. I felt content. I was relaxed, comfortable.