The night.

High atop we sit, a serenity.
Far we look at the mingling lights of city
A cool Breeze and the gentle sway of hair;
Contemplation.
Presence in all of it's unity,
Serendipity.
~

(Context: you're with that special person seated on a high terrace, looking at the sky-view, the city. You talk about life, love, and acknowledgement. You're assured that he/she is the one you've been waiting for. You feel present, and alive. Grab a couple drinks and live for the moment.)