hearts without chains

Snapshots of lavender sunsets behind silhouettes of barren trees and boxes of brown sugar and abandoned bridges are strung together to create a weekend that radiates warmth. Time should stand still and give answers to all of the questions that don't seem to have them. Home means falling asleep under a Monet print, rereading old favorite novels and laughing too hard with family and friends. No complaints from me. From where I stand, I've got it all.