The warm light cast through the window like the glow of an angel
The smell of coffee and cards float around like butterflies dancing in the wind
My true voice slipping through with every passing smile
Nestled among games, dice, cards, and conversation
Where I found minds that wandered roads much like my own
Where my voice found its place among the laughter
Letting the evening drift by one game at a time
Not noticing the hour until the final move was made
The laughter slowly faded as I realized I’d found my place
– Eli