2 Sep

I’m back into the rhythm of things, settled into new surroundings, and ready for what is in store. I just moved to a new town miles and miles from home fires but the stars that I gaze upon still shine over the people I love the most. The wind that comes through the valley carries pieces of me home and brings home to me.

It only takes a moment of silence and recreation of the love I feel for the land and I am there again. Gentle rivers bending and curving, always in motion, enduring changes untold. Forests that let the light push through in kaleidoscope patterns, the beams dance as the wind rushes through the leaves.

It is beautiful here too. Amazingly so, but it still does not hold the feel of home.


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