I think

It's nice

When you can smile after you cry

When two friends can just swing all day long, needless for words

When two buddies just lay in the sun, soaking in the rolling sunshine,
listening to the rustling waves

When three can sit down for coffee, or roll into warm sheets before a
pillow-fight

When a group sits round, kindling a fire, rubbing their hands, faces with a
red-hued hint of warmth, an inner glow or the fire?

When two old friends stroll through a dim, familiar path, elbows kissing,
hand almost touching, an endless chatter, a walk through golden memory lane

When two lovers embrace tightly, as if for the last time, two become one

When two buddies acknowledge a silent apology, patch up and watch a movie
after arguing

When a group lays down in open nature, urban rats bedazzled by the
overwhelming stars on the opaque canvas, talk about life amidst the flame's
crackle

I think

It's nice