They have room, at least just enough to sleep, dine and read. Green is the garden, as the rain falls. They have time: to plan, to work, to love. They have plenty of memories, to edit, reshape, immortalise. They have books, some read, some to read, plenty of them.
The furniture may be in pieces, the rooms strangely expecting the new. They smile, they laugh, they love. They have friends, and peace.
They are home.
Splendid writing, my friend. The intangibles of life can far outweigh the tangibles. Thank you for following my blog and it’s good to connect with you.
LikeLiked by 1 person