There is an idyllic cove by the coast of Santa Barbara, where my mind cares to wander when reality takes it’s toll. This celestial patch of soil, that time cannot touch, and turmoil is rendered powerless. I take shelter in the shadows of the places I know well. Where the trees are overgrown, and there is a rustle of tall grass where a garden snake makes it’s way to it’s nestinting. There is this little garden- and the lady who tends it- both posses a glow and a warth. Something not taught, but learned. A beautiful warmth, that only comes from being let down, and hurt and dejected, and looking through your pain, and seeing love. Only love. This sanctuary, untouched by evil hands. Cradled in a childlike innocence. There my mind cares to wander. Leave me to my own.