Days like this

The moment you feel the wind sore and play with the breakable leaves.
slight darkness rules over the bright blue skies and cars start to drive a little slower to their destination.
The first rainfall that drops onto your nose
And the deep inhale you steal from the universe before it breaks into a storm.
Yes it is days like this that I yearn for New York.
Days were Im so far gone into romance and love and being and skin that nothing else matters for hours even days. As long as the days are like this.