Little Holidays

My favourite holiday was just a day long, I spent it on top of a mountain. I reached the summit where I sat and watched the sky, hours passed the clouds drifting by. I thought of you and i knew your watching me, occasionally a person passes by, but I could sit here until the day i die, But instead i head back down feeling your presence fade, the distance between us growing. But to me them few hours will always be a little holiday, that i can return to everyday.