There is no Eiffel tower here.
No stone crafted castles, no hand painted temples.
There are no late night conversations with strangers.
No last minute decisions, no spur of the moment, no endless possibility.
There is no great adventure here. No risk.
There are no jumps, no free falls, no crash landings.
But as the morning breeze blows through the pasture, and I hear my sons laughter carry over the hilltop…I realize that dreams can change.
There is comfort in the knowing.
There is peace in the quiet.
My soul has always been here, waiting patiently, on my heart.