There is a star in the night sky and it seems very small, insignificant compared to the blaring lights of the electronic billboards and city towers around me. It seems far away.
When I am by the ocean in the morning, it smells very subtle, really, just a faint hint of salt and sand; it is fresh and as I head into the city and away from the shore, the scent of it fades from my mind.
It rains sometimes at dawn, over the ocean, and the sky is very gray; it sucks the light away from the sun and everything seems the color of steel.
If all of these things around me are small, insignificant, faint, easily forgotten, gray and lightless, then what are my feelings for you? Are they the same? Insignificant compared to the loud claps and horns and shouting laughter and boasts around us?
Small? That star is actually majestic and gigantic in size, too large and too hot and too bright for us, down here so far away, to even contemplate.
Subtle? That ocean is heavy with salt and wind and water and life, its fragrance is that of life and the place where life begins. It is the earth's perfume.
Gray? Beyond that brief shroud of morning fog and rain is a sky exploding with light and color, the colors of the burning sun as it asserts itself on the side of the earth that has been sleeping. It is red, pink, orange, yellow, pure light and heat.
What, then, are my feelings for you?
These, then, are my feelings for you.
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