It's got a smell, the
brilliant, beautiful scent of sharp, cool air, damp with dew
and morning rain. It is mild in temperature and clean in
taste, resembling icy tea on a summer's day. Home is soft
and gentle, like lake water lapping against your skin and the
feeling of sunshine warming your face. Home is the sounds of
birds chirping as you wake, the sight of a dusty drive in
July. Home is the memories engraved within your mind, and the
senses which trigger the reaction that brings them forth.
Home is the feeling in your heart when you are there, the
familiarness of it all, which threatens to break you and then
to rebuild you. Home is melancholy and it is lovely. Home is
beautiful.
