Quotes Tagged "home"
The night embarks, or dark ages, Flocks returning to nests, congesting the city, Rush hours begin, honking and jamming, Few like us aren’t in hurry, waiting by the bus stop, Chatting over trivial episodes, perhaps making memories of lifelong, Evenings spent miles across, freedom, I could return at anytime, No one to ask, hardly any anticipation, I am home now, thus my phone rings, cozy wintry dewdrop.
He had a little single-story house, three bedrooms, a full bathroom and a half bathroom, a combined kitchen-living room-dining room with windows that faced west, a small brick porch where there was a wooden bench worn by the wind that came down from the mountains and the sea, the wind from the north, the wind through the gaps, the wind that smelled like smoke and came from the south. He had books he'd kept for more than twenty-five years. Not many. All of them old. He had books he'd bought in the last ten years, books he didn't mind lending, books that could've been lost or stolen for all he cared. He had books that he sometimes received neatly packaged and with unfamiliar return addresses, books he didn't even open anymore. He had a yard perfect for growing grass and planting flowers, but he didn't know what flowers would do best there--flowers, as opposed to cacti or succulents. There would be time (so he thought) for gardening. He had a wooden gate that needed a coat of paint. He had a monthly salary.
