The safest place
The safest place is the one that can contain your contagious laughter, hold your tears, make space for the infinite hide and seeks you will play all along in your life. It’s a place that smells like food, where rain drops collect on the windows while you’re staring outside on a Sunday afternoon. It’s the smell of coffee that embraces your mornings when your eyes are still closed and your yawning at the week ahead. The safest place is warm. Sometimes it’s cold. Sometimes you hate it and it feels small like a mouse trap. But mostly is the place you long for when you’re unsure, unsettled or far away on a trip. The safest place is home and there is nothing quite like it.