My favorite place is my porch, its a small and quite place yet feels big when i sit there and watch the world and time go by. Its the only place where is have the power to put the world on “mute”, let me put it this way,  with all the children playing in the compound singing and screaming to each other, the honk of the geese swimming in a nearby pond and the sound of cars that are speeding off on the road that is a few blocks from my apartment, i can still meditate and feel like the only sound that i can hear in the world is the beating of my heart.

Its only on my porch that i can feel a slow wave of air moving towards me bringing with it a sweet smelling  scent from the cedar tree that stands tall among the houses and so old that it is the envied by the ninety year old lady that lives right next to me.

Its a place of peace, the only place i can find my inner self and its my porch. i love it