Paper Planes

Oxymoron

I've started noticing the smallest things again.

The feeling that a light breeze gives me.

The clouds in the distance, and the birds that fly by.

The colors, all the colors. There's so many.

The backdrop to our favorite song, and sound of your truck.

Those wild flowers by your house, and the sound of rain.

The peeling, white paint on the side of that old barn.

The color of the sky, and that one bright star at midnight.

How you say my name when you tell me you love me.

The golden flecks littered in your hazel eyes.

And God, how you smile at me.

I realize now, that maybe, the small things aren't so small after all.

Because I try to imagine what life would be like without the sound of rain, that one bright star, and your smile...

And I can't.

Because those are all so important to me now, so important that they're not so small.

They're big things, and I hope you know that too.