. . . since i live in the southern part of the city
i hie to the opposite north . . .
When you leave at sunrise . . .
. . . you arrive at sunset . . .
. . . and you wake up to the cool breeze of the mountains
and the chirping of the birds
much like the ones at home.
I greeted Mr Spidey but he does not know me.
He is not my MrSpidey.
Mine is back home.
. . . and I walk the lonely path
looking, waiting, listening and finding
wonderful paths, sweet smelling strangeness
anything and everything one looks for when one hies off.
. . . and then I smile and know
that it is time to hurry back
back to the familiar
back to where my heart will always long to be.
We need to leave
in order to return
to the very place
we will always call home.
"there's a room where the light won't find you
holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
when they do I'll be right behind you . . ."
- from Tears for Fears'
Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Happy Birthday, Patrick!
Stay close to home.