Which is my sanctuary, where I find simple pleasures.
No matter where or how I far I roam, I always long to return home.
Storm clouds rumble, grumble in a gruff and hurried sort of way.
Rain drops permeate every molecule of air and pungent earthy fragrances linger
on rosy red petals.
I want to go home.
My memories; they shape many of my days, they are the way I saw my life,
through those rose colored glasses.
That I will never ever give up.
Home, there is no place like it.
Where do you find your daily joys?