The scent of peace and promise

Running Home - Step #3

“Home is not a place… it’s a feeling.”

Today on my run, I thought about how deeply I’m still searching for that feeling — and how sometimes, the path matters more than the destination.

Still, when I close my eyes, I can see it. I can smell it. I can feel it.

I see the kitchen, where the low morning sun casts a warm amber glow across the rustic furniture. It’s an early Sunday morning, and everything is quiet.

I walk to the window, the old wooden floor creaking gently beneath my feet.

I open it — and I hear it, smell it: birds singing in the trees, not too far away. The scent of peace and promise.

We’ll have a wonderful day