Unabridged Security

When I was younger, I dreamt of white-pillared homes and summers that would never fade within the pale September haze.

Now I long for simplicity to slap me across the face. I am suspended in a chokehold by the hope of quiet afternoons, laced fingertips, and warm sips of lavender lattes taking a moment to slow dance with me.

All the fragments of life people deem insignificant, are the very things that possess a quality of peace that never threatens to break eye contact with me.