Wednesday, June 7, 2017
It's A Place
I have a secret special place I go to. A place where hummingbirds, woodpeckers, geese, and doves live. Once in awhile you'll see the ears of a rabbit scarily passing through. It is a place where the blue jay takes the bits of bread I throw him and carries it on to his hungry ones. They're very aggressive, and seem to have a "first come, first serve" way of thinking. It is a place where you can hear the dove coo in the distance, a familiar voice that I've grown to love (oh, there's one now). It is a place where I come to in all the seasons, and see the changes in the scenery. It's almost summer, and the grass grows wild. It's as tall as the people who take walks on a peaceful Sunday morning. It's a place of wild purple flowers and trees with stretched-out limbs as if to say "good morning." It is a place of peace, away from all the chaos, which exists only two minutes from there. It's a place where I have my coffee and recollect all the blessings in my life. It is my second home.