Windows

The weather has changed, just a little but it finally has changed, it is not so sticky and on the evenings I can sit outside to enjoy that breeze that comes with the pink of the clouds in the sky.

I am surrounded by lots of signals that point at the fact that life is never going to give you all. It will only give us glimpse of light through those windows, we can escape just for a moment and visit happiness and enjoy it, and then we must return again where we have our place, our comfort zone, and our home.

And yes, home is where we stay, because that is what we have built all of this time.

I like to notice what the simple things have to offer, the sound of that screech owl I hear at night outside my window, the call of the mocking birds when I walk on the streets, the singing of the cicadas on the trees at the bayou. I love to imagine I walk on the soft of the clouds, and we can float on the sky at night to go visit the moon with its pale yellow light.

I am convinced these are the windows we open and we escape, but we leave them open so we can always come back to safety. Because home is safety and home is where we belong.