Today I served the homeless. They wore a lifetime of smiles trapped in the crinkles of their eyes. To each unique identity, happiness exists. Their laughter unlocked a world of memories, which can never be taken from them. They saw through eyes that had seen a thousand years in a single lifetime. Antiquity glossed over crystal blue and brown and grey eyes. And they watched, and they waited for glasses of juice and milk. And they were all smiles. 

I haven’t felt this peaceful in quite a while. I left feeling more refreshed than I had in ages. 

Out the back door, the afternoon sun greeted me when the doors opened wide upon counting three. We waited for the wind to come, but it never broke against us. Instead, a deeper rush of wind took hold, and left a comforting thought. Bliss.