These I Have Loved

Rain drops scattered in an array on a window,
And silhouettes of trees against the light of the sun;
The fresh peacefulness after a storm on a dark, gloomy day,
And sitting in the company of silence; the musty paper smell of old
Books and the untouched cleanliness of the new; a chorus of male angels
Harmonizing in an acoustically sound room, contradicted by a tart bite of
Grandma's homemade rhubarb pie; the way my heart skips when I hear certain names,
And how one word could bring back so many memories; Polaroid photographs and how a collection of the simplest things could give a room a whole new meaning; the cold side of the pillow and the way I feel after writing a fantastic piece.
These I have loved, over and over.

A.H.