A softness I don't understand, I cannot quantify.
It comes through on rainy days, wrapped in freshly laundered blankets and sipping on warm milk tea loaded with sugar.
It comes through on long drives home on back country roads covered in fresh white snow, wearing t-shirts in a car with the heater set just right as it fends off the fingers of cold scratching at the window.
A softness that I see in your smile, eyes half lidded, as if you are just falling to sleep into the middle of a dream of napping in a litter of kittens.
A softness that I am amazed lives on in the world we live in today.
A softness that seems to endure inside of you, even as you hide it away from the world more each day.
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