Thursday, September 22, 2022

Let me make my home in this moment.

Outside the door, the wolves of the future and the monsters of the past howl and scratch. They come and go; no need for me to greet them.

In my home, no sorrows nor troubles need abide. You are with me and the door is shut.

Let me hum gentle songs of praise while the fire crackles.

(Letter #2,842)