You are the smell of the Gorm’s pungent breath,
splitting the night in half.
You are the memory of my grandma’s itchy jumpers,
on a cold winters day.
You are the beams of the sun shining down,
awakening it from darkness.
You are the footsteps of the very first human,
leaving mud prints in their wake.
You are a cat creeping through the night,
hugging close to the shadows.