Home {Crafted by the Seasons}

The air is thick and moist, it hangs about me, wrapping its arms around my senses and I know that I am back.

The road was like quick, rippling waves today; bouncing and prodding us forward.

I feel the pull of it now, home; my hesitation replaced by anticipation.

Through a glass window I watch the world pass, catching clues that hint at the stories beyond.

The road is its own place when you are on it, but merely a passage from the outside. 
Each vantage pining, maybe, for the other.

Mile by mile the world grows more familiar.

I am home.  

With gratitude,


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