Once Upon a Place...

For some reason,
I am currently identifying with many photos, as if I am wading through memories.

There are many I'd like to post near each other, but this one seems most appropriate for now.


I could not tell you why,
and if I tried,
I think it would separate the picture from its thousand words.
And I feel much of its weight is in its silence.



Or maybe -
I'm just not admitting that I am somehow feeling the distance between myself and home. It's not something I notice very often.

I generally feel at home everywhere.
But, maybe that means that I've never felt that anywhere in particular was home.
I am confused. It is unlike me to wish to be somewhere else.