When hope is hungry, everything feeds it. ~ Mignon McLaughlin

My breath catches in the good way. I get a little giddy at nothing. A breeze suddenly carries so much more than just air and pollen. It brings something fresh.

Could that be peace? Maybe even a hope that cannot, would not be challenged?

I think so.

These are the kind of nights I want to preserve. Cherish.

Mostly because they are short-lived. They happen suddenly, without my planning. Their fragile veils burst quickly with dogs barking, children whining, june bugs buzzing. But for now. It exists.

... with bread in the oven.



... with candles glowing.


... songs serenade.


... the good stuff ready.


... clean, empty, done.


... daylight kissing earth goodnight.


... and it's just. perfect.