it's a weird feeling, being back in my little apartment with all my own trappings and comforts of life.
traveling seems to transform my view on the world a bit more each time. showing me new corners, but then reminding me of the comfort of my home when i finally do return.
currently, it's freezing outside. it's the kind of day where i want to just curl up with a mug of soup and a really great book. perhaps even close my eyes and tuck myself under a quilt for a little winter's nap.
florida was warm and tropical. waving palms and crashing ocean waves onto the sandy beach. sand everywhere, wind in my hair.
in that place, my best friend became a wife. family was bonded and friendship for all of life to come were forged amid the dunes and ocean spray.
now the Midwest winds are blowing and the skies are so grey that the blue of summer is almost forgotten.
but my travels brought me back to this.
there is not home. there is a moment away.
this is my place.
this is my corner.
blue skies and sand are for some, and i love it when they bring me in and share their scrap of glory.
but cold winds and winter's swift coming
this is my place now.
this is my corner
and i will grow here. shiver here.