As I sit perched on my sister’s bed, lightly tapping away on my laptop, I listen to Ella’s voice crooning over a warm vinyl and I feel at peace.
“Moonlight in Vermont….”
Louis’ raspy voice comes over now…
The soft piano in the background makes me feel like I’m sitting in a jazz lounge.
It’s funny how music changes your perspective on a day.
The atmosphere in the house may hold a palpable tension, but in this room we are secure.
Readers, what are the things that transport you to a safer space?