Even with his eyes closed- She is still beautiful.

Opportune moments, each with an exact detail to remember-

The soft warmth of her skin under his finger tips.

The still-surprising newness in the feeling of his lips upon hers.

The scent of roses mingling with the sweeter smell of jasmine that Hannah often uses.



The dim, colorful lights and the slow music of the dance just nicely serve as a background to everything else-

They are not that much of a component to this here and now, afterall.