the beauty of everything lies in simplicity: even the most complex structures are made up of smaller, finer things. the way she parts her hair, the way the boy tilts his foot, the way the girl sighs. the intricacy and force of a kiss, the depth and promise of fingers entwined beneath a bed sheet. the way your daughter laughs when you tickle her, the squeal of your son as you scoop him up from the floor, the way she breathes as you undress her. the simple things, a spot of light in the dark, a beacon to return home.