Saturday, September 22, 2007

It's 3:22 on a breezy Saturday afternoon.

Alongwith the smell of wet mud and over the sound of a steady drizzle, I can hear birds outside my window.

I don't have to rush anywhere, my phone is switched off and I have no deadlines to meet.

My grandmother cooked lunch for me and I had a chilled beer with lunch.

It's good to be home.

8 comments:

chikapappi said...

ahhhh... sounds so relaxing :)

Blue Dress said...

Home , where is home?

GreY said...

Breez and Drizzle ? Where are you ?

Ri said...

Chika, there's no feeling in the world like it.

Blue and Grey (chuckle), I'm home, where my heart is.

N. said...

Welcome home. It is good to be back. :)

SaRaH said...

Miss the feeling.. Thanks for the reminder

Ri said...

N, I'm back where I originally started. I'm not where I was when I wrote this post. I still feel like I'm home again, though. That make any sense?

Sarah, the pleasure was all mine :D

N. said...

I understand that you have more than one home. I think it only matters which place you consider home, now that, is a wonderful thing! ;)