Home

The snow had been falling for hours. The

picket fence is covered to a point where

it looks like it was built just for the

woodland creatures merrily hopping

along it in a playful game of tag. You just

walked in with an armful of wood for the

fireplace. Your legs are covered with

large flakes of snow up to your knees

which fall to the floor as you stomp

your boots on the wooden floor. I smile

as you kneel down and place the logs in

the hearth. Your hair glistens with

crystals giving the impression of a net of

diamonds. The sun is just setting and

fills the room with a reddish orange glow

as the wood starts to give off it's tongues

of yellow. The fire starts to snap and

crackle as you move to your favorite

overstuffed chair and fold yourself into

the soft cushions. I watch you as you

watch the fire. Your eyes reflect the 

dancing lights of the flames. Music softly

fills the air and I feel a quiet happiness

flow throughout my body. I have made a

cup of hot chocolate and as I hand it to

you your lips spread into a small grateful

smile. No words are needed. I sit in my

chair across from you. It is quite the

opposite of yours, sparse, firm and

unadorned. In some ways our tastes are

quite different but somehow it works for

us. We are both content. Between us the

puppy lays on the carpet snorting and

twitching, surely dreaming of playfully

chasing after rabbits or squirrels, It is a

time for peaceful contemplation as we

gaze into the glowing coals. I have no

idea what occupies your mind but I can't

help but to reflect on my past life. A life

full of loneliness sprinkled with small

patches of happiness. A life that I felt I

would endlessly have to roam. It has

been a long road to get to where I am.

But here and now I finally feel I'm home.