The search for peace

I can see it. 

It's not a crystal clear image, an exact situation. Relying on that could lead to a dangerous let down if all doesn't go according to plan (plans are fickle things, really). 

It's color I see, a plethora of blues and greens and brilliant yellows. 

It's the textures I imagine myself touching, soft fuzz and coarse warmth. Pails of cool water sloshing on my hands. 

I don't specifically see anyone in front of me, but I hear the breaths among us, the sense of community. There is no feeling of urgency, but one of purpose. I'm needed, and I'm wanted. And it's an honor. I don't imagine many voices, at least not in dialogue. There is communication though. 

There is love, and labor, and hope. There is freedom. Assurance. Deep sighs and belly laughs. Accomplishment and making a difference. It all varies. 

I can see it. I can feel it. And one day, I'll reach it.