As I Travel

The mountains line our path. Brown waves shining under the morning sun. From a distance the mountains look like they have been draped in fabric. Silky and smooth, I feel like running my hands on the waves. As we move closer, the dried grass is visible. It no longer looks smooth. I feel disappointed and … Continue reading As I Travel

Home

I missFamiliarityin my surroundingsThe feeling of knowing it allthe comfort zonethe known sights, peoplethe smell - fresh.I miss the familiarityof it all.I miss home.