I’m not sure what is ahead of me, nor do I know who I wish to be. I just know that I’m somewhere at the beginning, and have many miles still to go. I do know, however, that when I think back to my childhood home, I shall always think of the rolling thunder in the distance and the way the earth smells when honeysuckles bloom in the summer. I will always feel comforted when I see pines in the skyline or hear trees creaking in the wind.
One day, my feet shall take me away from the place that I call home. But, I hope I shall never be too far from an old pine forest or a country road. For that, I do not think I could bear, because somehow, getting lost in the woods always feels like coming home. .. From my post A Pine Forest and a Country Road