haiku for the day: home

There is something comforting about the word “home”. It is more than a house. It could be an apartment. Or a tent, if you are a nomad. If you are a royal, it could be a palace. The earliest smells, the earliest sounds we experience are of that place we call home. So, it’s no wonder that our happiest time of the day is when we arrive home. The dog or the cat wait for their pat. The spouse waits for their kiss. The kids wait for their hugs. No amount of money can replace that moment. 

the smell of bacon
Chet Baker on the trumpet
sunset, then twilight

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