a small comfort.
when i was little, my family went to cracker barrel a lot.
it was over on our side of town, & it had just opened up.
and i guess - when you go to a place frequently - all of the feelings
you've ever felt at that place reside there,
ready to be felt again should you revisit them.
and well, i guess i was always happy, content, & comfortable
at this warmly lit, sweet-smelling little restaurant.
because all i have to do to escape from the stress, anxiety, & drudgery of daily life,
is walk through those country doors & make my way to one of the tables
softly glowing with the light of an old-fashioned lamp.