Home. I have spent months waiting for this warmth. I have spent years looking for this peace. A quiet fireworks show speckles the ground with anticipation for the next breeze to show the beginning of some other beginnings end. Drift. It really comes down to the ability to drift. Away. From thoughts, misconceptions, anger, hurt, just drift away. Hope. When you land, you will find roots, find strength, find. Home. The strength begins at the roots. We all start here, small, complacent, adrift. Find soil, dig in your toes. Time passes without warning, growth occurs and deep wrinkles signify a life seen through unique perspective, and weathered by tears of the sun. Let them be. Get to where there is no need to drift, but only to lay quietly and listen to the breeze rustle the spring's new leaves.
Where you can be, untainted, uncolored, unafraid. Home.
