January 29, 2015
Somewhere is another version of me, not weighed down by her past mistakes. She is content and loving and rides a bike everyday to work. She sits in a park bench every weekday to watch the sunset and then comes home to the smell of stew, potatoes, coffee, hazelnut. It is always cold where she is and she has come up with nifty ways to keep herself and her loved ones comfortably warm all the time. She delights in the little things. A scarf draped on the kitchen chair. A coffee cup stain on the newspaper. Her children's morning voices.