The Art of Balance

Sunlight shining on my skin, making me look golden.

The sound of my mom and dad’s laughter in unison, when they aren’t bickering.

My dog’s moist nose.

The way my dog rests his head on my lap after a long day, he knows I’m upset.

The gentle smiles people give me throughout the day.

The comfort in my dad’s hugs, but it’s not the same as when I was a child.

The scent of my mom’s Sweet Pea lotion.

The glory of solitude, or is it the familiarity and comfort in loneliness?

Having a reason to get up every morning.

The sound of my keys jingling as I unlock the door, I’m home.