it was a beautiful sunny day to arrive home to our resident country … tender fresh budding trees lined the highways and egg-shell blue skies welcomed us with the waving of a red and white flag (very much reminiscent of the swishing motion Burner, our beloved balloon pilot, often brandished in welcome), warming the cockles of my heart.
Home …. like a tasty organic apple pie on a cold winters eve. irreplaceable and filled with love, from the earth itself.
Home …. the unconditional love bestowed upon me through an unspoken hug from mother to daughter.
Home … is where the heart is, irrelevant of space or time.
and with the return to home, i am blessed and at peace, calm as the breeze which flutters through the burgeoning trees.