I think of you and spring fills my heart. Long drives; savoring vanilla in the glorious eventide; ambling hand in hand on rustling leafage, oblivious to the surrounding cacophony, thoroughly consumed in togetherness; hushed whispers in the nights slowly growing longer; susurous rustles of your laughter; cuddling in homely coziness. I think of you and you remind me of the soothing breezy petrichor, raw and intoxicating. I see in you an infinite spring. And maybe that is what you are made up of. Spring, in heart and soul and mind. And maybe that is what you are. Vernal and verdant. Linking with 100 Word Challenge: Spring