sitting in the quiet, warm car in the dark, all four of us, as the rain pours down, away from the camper where the wind sounds as though it will tear the top off and the rain sounds as though it will wash the whole thing right down to the river. watching the storm on the weather tracker. the kiddos bundled into their blankets. Ben and I sipping coffee. more proof that home isn't a place, but wherever peace surrounds.