Giovedì, 25 settembre 2014 @ 20:32
Where the weight of the air feeds the soil.
Where my man laughs and smiles.
Where he rides for hours in solitude, appreciating the world around him.
Where we have watched from above kayaks on St. John in the golden light of sunset.
Where there are three seasons: crawfish, grilling, and gumbo.
Where my mind is calm and my soul finds peace.
Where I belong.
Where I'm striving to return.