All the small things

Walking down the street, with a breeze in your hair and the sweet smell of garden flowers brightening your day. Every step is a beginning and the next you take brings you a new adventure. The third step starts when you begin to see, not behind you where you were, but ahead of you where you'll be. The shoes you wear are your companions, the clothes you wear show your person, and the eyes that you see with meet others with glimmer. I went to get a bike, just so I could ride, free as a bird, through the streets, below the archways, into the highway and out towards you.

The small things that make me happy. But you help me stay happy.