Arriving home from a journey or from a day's work holds a restorative power that humbles me. Home welcomes me no less than if it had two strong arms to embrace me, and when I cross that threshold sometimes I linger there to breathe in its assuring welcome. All that I know is hanging in the air here. Light filters in through windows and falls lazily on every surface, defying the insistent metronome of the mantle clock, moving at it's own imperceptible pace. Shadows and light and familiar patterns...home soothes me and buffers the biting winds of the world.
-author unknown
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