Inky evening skies. Podcasts. Hot chocolate and biscuits. Freshly cleansed skin. Misty mornings. Stolen kisses. Homemade soup. New perfume. University Challenge. Nude lipstick. Unexpected kindness. Orange juice. Opening a new book. Sherbet lemons. Falling into bed and immediately disappearing into sleep when your eyes feel heavy and your soul exhausted. Cosy pyjamas and thick socks. Sharing thoughts and worries and hopes. Holding some things back, just for myself. Smoky incense. Songs from my teenage years. Authenticity. The importance of a really nice pen. Cherry ice lollies. Not having made it, not being able to fake it until I do, and being okay with that. Being alone with you. Your stories. Reruns of The Young Ones. Light from the streetlamp outside snaking through open curtains. Poetry that hits me right in the heart. Being present.