When I walk in the door after a crazed day, I feel an immediate sense of love, relief, and peace wash over me.
It doesn’t come from a boyfriend, or roommate. It doesn’t come from the leftover scent of my “relaxation” scented incense, or even from the bottle of wine waiting on my counter.
It comes from the clumsy furball head-butting my shins.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photo: elephant archives