Yesterday I went home to spend the night. Here, there is a kind of wind that doesn’t reach the city. A wind that makes the trees restless, but the people calm. A wind that carries in it, the smell of home cooked meals, children’s laughter, and the gentle shuffle of couples who have spent nearly a lifetime walking together.
Here, always, a blanket of quiet settles over me. The sunlight feels brighter, happier if that’s even possible. There aren’t as many tall buildings crowding the streets—building walls in people’s hearts.