Sun
The sun feels the same as the steam from hot cocoa on freezing days,
Warm against my cold skin.
The sun makes me stop to soak in the warmth,
Freezing in the moment.
Like the first day of summer vacation,
Reminding yourself you’re okay.
It’s like seeing his eyes light up as you begin to laugh hysterically,
But only at his jokes.
It’s your first embrace,
Gentler than the cool breeze in summer,
And filled with more love than ever imagined.
