I wish I had the gift of words.
I wish I could paint you a picture.
Of all that is in my heart.

I stood outside tonight for a good while.
I looked and found the big dipper.
A comfort to me.
And I longed to walk with someone in the cool of the evening.
To take in the melodies of the night.
To catch the scents of summer's arrival.
To laugh together at life.
But none was to be found.

I looked around and it was just me.
Maybe someday someone will want to walk with me.
But this is not that time.

They say to be content where you are.
I am trying.
I do well most days.
But on a beautiful evening...or after 4 of them in a row...
It gets tough.
This is not how I thought life would be.
But this is what it is.
So much to be thankful for.
I have no right to be sad.

Some dreams are just dreams.

Maybe going home will be a salve to my soul.
Amongst familiar people and places.
Scents that put me at ease.
Sounds that make me smile.

Feeding the ducks.
Sitting out at the dam.
Walking around the river.
Taking in the sun in the canoe in the middle of the lake.
Going shooting.
Fishing when I walk out my back door.
Getting lost on the gravel roads.
Sitting in the middle of a hayfield gazing at the stars.

Home is home for a reason.
That dream will come true...
Just two more months.

Images of Home...