I heavily inhale the familiar air. I smell the scent of Saturdays gone by as the summer breeze tickles my temples. In the senses. In the distance: A cook out. A bonfire in the making. A lit cigarette nursed in a busy hand that has held too much wine. The promise of a surprising evening while the sun is still in full splendor.

There were many nights I aimlessly wandered, enjoying the lonely freedom to surrender. I as well can recall the ache… to name a place and a face *home”.

I have always craved the safety of routine while fighting the urge to run

I know there is more than the landscapes I will face in this life

For now I will set my mind on things above as I forgivingly dismiss this sentimental mood

And I remember