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:
ahhhh... sounds so relaxing :)
Home , where is home?
Breez and Drizzle ? Where are you ?
Chika, there's no feeling in the world like it.
Blue and Grey (chuckle), I'm home, where my heart is.
Welcome home. It is good to be back. :)
Miss the feeling.. Thanks for the reminder
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
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! ;)
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