Sometimes the it's the rain making bells and harmony, sometimes the soft autumn air lilting through the open window, and even the sunlight makes the casual appearance, sneaking in one beam at a time. These are my mornings, waking on a floor in Asheville. And it feels like peace. It feels as close to home as I can crawl while still in this skin.
It's the people.
They breathe. We talk, we live.
We sit up late at night playing games where the rules change and people win in 2 minutes or 3 hours. We cook in mass clumps, scurrying here and there, dodging people, inserting words and laughs, staring in astonishment at the amount of food that can fit on open counters and stoves, and....any other empty places. We sing together and we are quiet together, listening with dream-filled faces to the music.....
We go to hunt for blankets and friendship, and end up with free waters and fries. We sit on couches with bits of life escaping from our mouths and eyes. We go on rambles through the woods, crossing creeks and walking with soggy feet. We go on runs and walks through the rain, joyful as it swells the rivers.
We learn together, and I am continually taught what love means, and what trusting God feels like.