Perfect Times

Something that points
To all signals go
I still want to go slow
Having distance between
What I take seriously
And what I laugh about
Penguins are the escape of the day
Nightly virtual release
Still so many things to figure out
Asked to go to a place
We went
We saw
We met a stranger
From afar
Walked him to his car
Why do paths cross unexpectedly?
Perfect times
When it's not too hot
Water is still
Like a sheet of liquid glass
The breeze
Nearly taking you to your knees