It will just sneak into your life unnoticed. Like an old t-shirt that you keep wearing and suddenly you panic when it goes missing.
Or that Disney blanket that you keep snuggling into. It has frayed edges, an odd tea stain and the fragrance of familiarity.
It will have hope written all over it. It probably won't look fancy and fabulous. It will be fancy and fabulous. It will take time. Lots of work, lots of understanding and countless judgments.
It will feel like bare feet on wet grass. Or the songs the sparrows sing in the morning. Maybe the smell of an old book. Or a melody that is dripping with nostalgia. It will be the wind in your hair and the smile on your lips.
You know the slight look of joy you give when you find an old photograph?
It will feel like home.
Or that Disney blanket that you keep snuggling into. It has frayed edges, an odd tea stain and the fragrance of familiarity.
It will have hope written all over it. It probably won't look fancy and fabulous. It will be fancy and fabulous. It will take time. Lots of work, lots of understanding and countless judgments.
It will feel like bare feet on wet grass. Or the songs the sparrows sing in the morning. Maybe the smell of an old book. Or a melody that is dripping with nostalgia. It will be the wind in your hair and the smile on your lips.
You know the slight look of joy you give when you find an old photograph?
It will feel like home.
