World Dearest. I’m writing to share my thoughts on when and where I feel most at peace. Within the realm of your expanse, often noise just will not cease. But I’ve learned how to grab hold of what for me defines peace. It’s the manner in which I’m able to bring myself into retreat. Whether literally or mentally, I am able to rest myself. It’s like my peace is always readily available, it’s right there on the shelf. Travel and good times have equipped me with memories that I can quickly envision. Large blue bodies of water, desert land, and loved ones, thoughts of these become my mission. But positioning myself on my couch with book in hand combined with the comfort of The Holy Spirit is often the plan, because this is the main time and place where pangs of happenstance, circumstance, and romance for me are muted. This is when and where I’m in a place of [perfect] peace that cannot be disputed.