sometimes

Last night I was at my friends house. It was her birthday- pretty standard house party: people, alcohol, food and a nice veranda.

I sat outside, wrapped in the lingering chill of Autumn as it sneakily crept back at night, when Spring lay asleep. From the outside, I saw one of my most favourite sights: Golden light permeating through the slowly swaying curtains with slow rhythmic bass of music and sound of laughter flowing out the windows.

My friends and her boyfriend sat there in their lover's embrace. And I was truly happy for them. I've known her for more years than I care to remember and was glad that she was happy. Then, as I lay down outside and looked up at the stars... just for that moment; that minute instance, I wished I had someone there to share such intimate moments with, as I drifted off to sleep with the rhythmic sway of the swing...

Then Spring woke from it's slumber and blew a gentle warm breeze that draped across me like a blanket, reminding me for the promise of tomorrow.

And I was truly happy.