I am: Home

In Travelogue on June 1, 2012 at 2:50 am

     On the pathway to anonymous roads: two windows, wide ones with sheer window covers. I look out and see two butterflies dancing. I see the Pacific and I see the sand. There is a channel for the cool spring breeze and smell of the woods after the rain. The intoxicating smell leaves me dizzy, the sort of dizziness one may feel while waking from a dream. There is a place to taste seafood, fresh from the water and wild-the taste is divine. Then there is a place to feel the most indescribable feelings a human can possibly experience. It is warm inside, very warm. In this warmth one can hear the beats in the air. There are two extensions on either side to hold the objects, may it be a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolate or a hand. What if I were to tell you that I can move all of it on foot to wherever my heart desires? I can carry it gently so all the fragility inside stays intact, in a blink of an eye – all convertible. I do not need to relocate in order to be in it, I never lose it and do not exchange it at any price. This is it: the starting point of my journey and the end.In ups and downs and in the middle of the road wherever those points are…I am home. I am: Home.


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