From a hotel room…

PM00000050000001530 15: 2012 § Leave a comment


The place you can take possession of.

Wherever you find inner peace and silence, warmth, comfort, shelter, intimacy. Where you make love, bathe, sleep, dream.

The mundane and personal objects that surround you. Everyday street sounds. Neighbors, familiar faces and spaces.

Nearby trees. What you see from your windows. Sun and moonlight stepping in. Snow, wind, rain outside; sweet breeze coming through.

Your body.

Your suitcase, your wallet, your cell phone(s), your laptop, the things you carry around.

The ones you love. What you treasure. What you share. What makes you smile.


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