Night’s Welcome

The rhythm of pulling into the driveway
surfaces a nostalgia for younger days,
of falling asleep in the car
only to wake
when carried inside.

Orange blossom air
cleaner and crisper than anywhere
perfumes the night
while crickets chirp and owls hoot
a small town soundtrack.

The outside lights welcome my movement
onto the faded white porch
and into the warm comfort of home.

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