You

Like the steam rising from a glass-encased shower, blurring the warming waters but heating the air inside a winter bathroom.

Like when you've been riding hours in a car to a beach that is just pinking up with sunset and you remove your socks and your shoes and you feel the heat of the street then the grass then the sand and you stop and let the skim of waves come greet you and the water is foam and salty and warm.

Like when you enter into a bakery and luxuriate in the smell of fresh bread.

Like when the bartender slides a frosty glass of beer towards you, your hand cooling as it holds the drink, and you take the first foamy sip of quenching ice cold alcohol.

Like a pile of pillows that just invites you to bed, cool and linen, in an afternoon rain that slides down the windows and provides a white-noise for you to collapse in, succumb to, and rest a weary mind.

Like when you see lightning far away at night.

Like the first fireflies of summer, signaling the warm humid evenings are upon us, with ice melting in our glass as we feel sunburn just starting to form.

Like the delicious slip into soapy warm waters of a tub.

Like when you are driving and traffic is unusually light and your favorite song comes on the air and your windows are down and you turn the volume up as high as it can go.

Like when you see an Ice Cream stand in the heat of an afternoon and you realize you haven't had an ice cream cone in forever but you remember the exact taste of one,  the crunch of the waffle cone and the drip that you licked off of your finger.

Like when you bite the first hot bite of pizza and it's too hot to completely eat and the cheese strings itself between your mouth and the rest of it and it smells like pepperoni and red pepper flakes and you just hold it until it is cool enough to eat.

Like when you kiss somebody eating a life savers, and the candy sweetness mingles with the warmth of pliable lips.

Like when bourbon warms you in a winter.

Like the first star in a purple evening...or maybe a planet...but something to direct your gaze upwards in a sky.

Like in a departure and the clothes still smell like you.

All of these things...daily, seasonally...nightly...they are just sweet and simple reminders.

Of you.