Nắng Ấm Trong Tim

It smells of jasmine and the warmth of a stranger's shoulder. The world seemed to have become softer - as if someone had smoothed it with their palm and left a little light on the tips of their fingers. Everything revolves around one smiling moment that for some reason you want to stretch out indefinitely, so that even time would quiet down and not interfere. There's a rare tranquility in the melody, a time when the heart doesn't need proof. Just being there is enough. Where anxieties usually reside, there is now only breath, slightly interrupted by happiness. And if a storm does come - it's nothing to worry about, because there are hands capable of holding up both the sky, memory, and the warm silence between words.