Standing in the grass,
Barefoot and alone,
You close your eyes and take a deep breath
Because that moment feels like home.
The smell of rustic pine in the air
And fresh baked cookies on the stove,
You smile
Because in that moment,
You are home.
Sitting around with a few good friends,
Laughing and sharing stories.
You feel a wave of relief
Because you realize in that moment,
You have no worries.
It’s an amazing feeling,
That feeling of ultimate comfort,
That feeling of belonging.
There’s a feeling of a new-found hope
Because in those moments,
However few they may be,
Those moments feel like home.