The long journey home.

It’s like stepping into a childhood dream and living it all over again. A foggy memory come true. It’s reaching and touching the nostalgia that until that moment lay buried deep within. It’s allowing my heart to feel again. A deep sigh. A tired exhalation. A secret spoken out loud. It’s touching a portrait from long ago and watching it come alive. It’s smelling the jasmine out on the porch and finding my way through the lost alleys of my childhood. The familiar smell of you. It’s closing the door to the seven year distance between us. The past merging into the present. My two worlds collide. It’s knowing I’ll see you soon. The long journey home.

~vagabond~ © 2010