Can you guess what abstract quality I chose to write about?
Feeling the grass beneath my feet
As we eat yoghurt
And listen to jazz
In the park
Saturday morning grocery shopping
And stopping in the park
To soak up the sun
And catch up
Spanish dancing across the street
On our way home,
Laughing at the company
We keep
Watching fireworks over the castle
As we stand on the North Bridge,
Mocking your silly sayings
And giggling like kids
Coming home to the smell
Of your hubbly bubbly cherry smoke
And joking about how the floor shakes
When anyone does laundry
Staying up late
For dinner parties,
Or nights out
When you take care of me
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