
I have settled back into the comfortable.
I am back at home, working the normal routine of my daily life.
Stories don’t come as easily here in the real world.
I look deeper and beneath the layers I rediscover the dearness
of everyday simplicity.
It is after all, the time and ordinary happenings of the everyday
that make up the sum of our lives.
No there isn’t a waterfront view from my back porch, and no my back porch is
not a balcony.
My back porch is the space between my living and the garden.
It has a warm breeze thrown by ceiling fan and is awash in the
fragrance of someone’s blooming sweet olive bush nearby.
I take in the familiar and search deeper beneath the layers.
Here I am happy.
I am at home.
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