home

like saturday reruns, mom's cooking, or hanging out with your brother after many years being apart...there really is no place like home.

hanging his feet over the edge of the house, they fell a bit closer to the ground. the oak didn't tower so high. the yard didn't spread out to the horizon. and the path up to the garage didn't go on for miles. but the smells, the sights, the sounds, and the old thoughts, were never sweeter. in those brief moments, his mind kept up with the sun and clung on to the good and his memories became days without nights.

it's good to be back.