40. Heading back

I could pause in my stride and not care what tomorrow's going to bring. But stop to look around and see how beautiful the day was. Grey skies were beautiful, every little thing detailed and brightened by the diffused light coming off the sun crouching behind veils of dark clouds.

I was going home. To family, to friends, to people and places I have known all my life. To the language that  is melody, that falls softly, simply off my lips. Oh, the lure of the soil. I am going home to my mother, my country.