they live in houses all across the land …
wanting a slower pace of life …
a connection to those around them …
wanting the best for their children or those children of those they love and children of generations to come …
wanting tranquility and peace …
wanting to make simple memories …
share simple pleasures …
a walk in the wilderness, even if that means the local park …
they long for quieter days filled with forgotten pastimes …
they long for wonder and awe …
they long for seeing beauty in the simplest yet most complex of things …
a kitty’s paw curling over its nose while sleeping,
a budding flower on the windowsill,
the rebirth of leaves on a tree,
the melting of crystalized snow into puddles to nourish the earth,
the movement of the sun and the moon,
the incomparable artistry of a sunset …
they long for hearing music that moves them …
words that stir images and paint pictures …
they long for smells that remind them of long-forgotten days …
reawakening memories …
they long for remembering their long-forgotten days tinted with soft pink watercolor …
they sit in quiet contemplation thinking they are not like so many others …
they like quiet …
they like to be reflective …
they like all to be well with the world …
they live and love in houses all across the land …
wishing you a lovely weekend x
Your writing is just beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing – I really enjoyed it.
thank you dear susan for your kind words … they mean a lot