An idyllic town

this idyllic town is the homecoming i was praying for. nothing but silence and tjirping of birds, smiling elderly’s on their electric bycicles touring around our lakes and fields,  narrow streets with 18th century houses where 10am means a homely poured cup of coffee with a pastry. where neighours great you sitting behind windows with off-white crochet curtains. the view on their rose gardens remind me of times everything was innocence. the times i played at my grandmothers home. times i feel nostalgic for. i am here now, the same setting in a different age, another phase in my life. raising two golden boys into all i ever craved, safety, comfort, security and predictabillity.

dreams do come true.