The Things We Leave Behind
Whipperwills, blueberries, and blowing sheets.
Simplicity, security, and innocence.
The sweet smell of hay in the loft and the cool touch of stones on bare feet.
The welcoming woods and haunting silence of falling leaves.
Never forget as you drift into sleep, you will forever see this place in your dreams.
The things that make you who you are, become the things you leave behind.
