Green and blue and Beautiful

In one ear is the deep thu-THUMPing of my husband.
The other tells me of the mixed tune of the water fountain on the lake, continuously splashing its playful song, and the swish of the tree leaves overhead.
The breeze is a breath above cool – room temperature and almost imperceptible except for when the gust lifts the hair on my legs and arms.
I can close my eyes because I know it will all be the same when I open them.
I love him so much.