tonite i opened the french doors that lead out to my deck, turned off the lights, lit a candle and have been sitting listening to the sounds of happy birds singing their little hearts out
and a slow, steady rain...
it has made me think of porches with swings, clotheslines and the smell of sheets dried in the sun and how it wraps you up in a hug that seeps all the way down to your soul...about screen doors on a spring that slam shut behind you...about the sound of my grandmother sweetly humming as she bustled about the kitchen...
it has made me homesick for a home i've never had...for someone who cares about your day...someone to tell you about theirs...someone to sit on that porch swing with, drowsily listening to the sounds of the crickets and tree frogs and life all around...
sigh
