The sound of flip flops in the water. The rush of wind as it passes me by. The call of the night, brisk and cool through the open window, whispering my name. Random thoughts that strung together make perfect sense. Sweat that exhilarates, like steam bursting from an engine run wild. A tiny heartbeat fluttering against my fingertip. A happy laugh that echoes and echoes until there are no more mountains to spring from. Sweet rain that washes the mind clean. Thunder that rattles the wind chimes. A smile before sleep. And an indigo sky tucked behind the treeline, quiet silhouettes that watch over the night.