The Beauty of the Back Porch

It’s not quite inside, not quite out. It’s a place where shoes come off, but not always. Where conversations trail off, not because they’re over, but because they’ve landed somewhere soft.

There’s something about the back porch, the in-between space that lets truth come a little easier. It’s where the breeze reminds you to breathe. Where you watch your grandkids run, or hear a bird you forgot you used to know by name. It doesn’t ask much of you but offers everything: shade, stillness, and a vantage point to see your life without rushing into it.

I sit here more now. I think more, but not the anxious kind… more the present kind. I notice the sky’s subtle shift before it darkens. I watch the way light touches leaves like it’s greeting an old friend.

This is where I let things settle.