I'm in his arms again,
surrounded by a home-
laughter,
the quick patter of running and loved feet,
a playful dog
(who is so sweet and such a lady)-
I am welcomed beyond what I deserve,
what I expected.
I feel like they want me to belong.

I don't want to leave.

If I never have to deal with planes again,
I will be satisfied,
despite their amazing
and welcome power
to make the world a smaller place.

I will miss her,
my roommate,
when she leaves.

I know it is good for her,
but I can still be sad.
She was my friend,
helped me to be better.

May her roads forward be smooth.

Do I really like coffee?
Or do I just like
the caffeine and sugar
and only put up
with the coffee taste for their sake?

This little coffee captivates me.
It is simplicity;
Its joy and energy
contained in scant few milliliters
That I have only just begin
to understand.
The art
is in drinking it slow.

Winter is settling in,
a discontent
seeping into bones
and attitudes made light
only by the twinkling gaity
of Christmastide
that roars in
refusing to be ignored.

Seasons change
and I change with them.
Who am I becoming?
Where will I end?