![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
'STORM CHALLENGE"
Bobby settled into the comfort of his couch, an icy beer waiting on the table, on the T.V., the migration of Puffins.
HIS home, HIS life to be lived at last for himself. Here he sat surrounded by things he loved--HIS books, HIS papers, HIS things, and now he had HIS job, HIS partner.
He lay his head back against the soft leather and closed his eyes. He searched to identify this strange feeling?
Used to the storms of his life--from childhood to Declan, Forty-eight years of hurricanes, and this. . . ?
What WAS this elusive emotion? He sighed.
Peace.
HIS home, HIS life to be lived at last for himself. Here he sat surrounded by things he loved--HIS books, HIS papers, HIS things, and now he had HIS job, HIS partner.
He lay his head back against the soft leather and closed his eyes. He searched to identify this strange feeling?
Used to the storms of his life--from childhood to Declan, Forty-eight years of hurricanes, and this. . . ?
What WAS this elusive emotion? He sighed.
Peace.