My gender is a million beautiful things.

 

a lump of fuzzy blankets.

the chime of a bicycle bell. 

the head on a just poured stout. 

the swirling mists wafting from the hot cup of coffee on an empty patio on an October morning. 

a dog eared page in a yellowing book.

the way the light shines off of brown eyes blinking away sleep on a saturday morning.

your favorite magnet on the fridge. 

the sunshine yolk of an over medium egg.

a sheen of sparkling condensation on the pint of ice cream when you get home from the grocery store before you put it in the freezer. 

a fan that has been run high every single night since you can remember getting it. 

a toasted brioche bun.

a watercolor painting of wildflowers that grow only on the hills of your dreams. 

the dirt that is still stuck in your hiking boots in the spring. 

the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you take that first sip of cool water after mowing the lawn.

the first ray of sunshine that breaches the mountain pass in spring.

the caramel at the bottom of your latte.

 

It is every glimmer and beauty that shines in a day