A hint of cool peppermint
One wispy streak of fragile salmon pink
Lingering still, the far-off horizon
A skipped heartbeat
Awaiting the stars, the moon’s sweet embrace
Content resting in the moment
No wishing for a shooting star
No anticipation of what’s to come
Comfortable forgetting all that has passed
Even the wind holds its breath
Till it all fully touches us—
That momentary magic—
Being alive