I’ve been traveling. From the east…
To the high plains…
Following a road that filled my heart.
When I opened my eyes this morning I was in my own bed, under the red tile rooftop of a place I’m very familiar with. And as I often do, I opened a window and stepped out onto a spot under the eaves where I can see forever.
If you’ve been reading along on the blog you’ll know I have a tendency to be both blithe and barbed, and sometimes prone to exaggeration.
But as a famous character once said, in a movie made once upon a time in Hollywood, “There’s no place like home,” and I have to say Ms. Dorothy Gale nailed it.
It’s good to be here and I hope wherever you are, you feel the same.