It makes me dream of love, makes me long for love.
It makes me wish I was surrounded by yarn instead of files, makes me wish I had paintbrushes in my hands instead of a keyboard under my fingers.
It makes me want to nest, makes me want to create.
It makes me want to surround myself with sweet music, beautiful people, and lovely things.
It makes me want to have you over for tea and scones while the rain drops fall and time passes by, deliciously sweet, as it can only pass for those who understand the precious dreams written in each others hearts.