I’ve been traveling. From the east…
To the high plains…
To the south west…
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.
The sky in each of these photos is incredible.
Welcome home!
I took a good long break from the computer and did a lot of sky gazing…lovely! Hugs to you and the mighty writing group, and please wish them a Happy Halloween from me.
Welcome home friend. I bet it feels mighty good.
It feels grand! Which is not to say I didn’t LOVE the east coast, and all the points between there and home, but you’re right, it feels mighty good to be back. xox, V
I’m glad you’re home! It was wonderful to see a little of my old stomping grounds through your eyes, but I take great comfort in knowing you’re back where you belong and I’ll get to see a little more of your dreamy, crazy place.
Boston was very kind to me — I know I didn’t experience the snow — but what a great city. I hope you and the family are settling happily in your new home.