~ The Road To Home ~

So, I’m driving home today, and I turn onto the road we live on,

and I start breathing.

I always forget to breathe when I’m out in the world.  And I always remember on the road home.

I can see Sugarloaf Mountain in the distance to my North.

I can see my neighbor’s horse pasture to my south.

I can see my other neighbor’s winter wheat field to my West.

And my other neighbor’s woods.

And I FEEL the space.  And I mentally stretch.

And I am happier and relaxed because I know that in a skinny minute I’ll be

Home.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s not the house that makes it that way.  It’s this:

My world.