We don’t always know which moments will stay.

Just a hillside, the dark folded gently over the day, and sleep leaning in without asking.

The grass didn’t mind the weight.

The sky didn’t rush to be seen.

Even the wind slowed down,

as if it, too, had nowhere else to be.

It felt like nothing special.

No words worth saving,

no gesture too grand.

Only the stillness, and something warm in not needing to understand it.

Funny, what memory chooses to keep.

Even now, it arrives with no reason.. just the night, and how perfect it was.