Dearest Reader,
Home is not a destination. Home is an extraction point...
Especially after work, or in a season of real life HIIT. π€¦πΎββοΈπ
And so, sometimes the car is just pointing... home.
Home is not always a place. Sometimes, Dearest Reader, home is a person. Or persons. Sometimes it's unexpected.
The thing, DR, is that I hope you have a 'home', especially when the winds of life are raging against you.
May you never be home-less.
But if you never are able to find one... If yo ever need one...
I will be here, truly by the Hearth, where all my letters to you are born, waiting for you to come...
Home.
By the Hearth,
Maris Samuel β€οΈ