Whispering Woods

Home, it Is the definition of feeling safe and secure in my own space. Home, the light glossy padded snow shimmering lightly on my front door. Home, a community that will love me and who I am through my hardest times. Home, the fresh smell of wet paint as I draw the beautiful sunset on a canvas. Home, sitting on the sunlit front porch sipping my hot reshi green tea and listening to Lofi music. Home, the light breeze whispering through the autumn leaves to me. Home, the fresh aroma of the crisp forest air after a light downpour. Home, home can mean so many different things to so many different people. But home for me means drawing my life out on the canvas and feeling the wind as I stargaze.