- June 23 2018 -

Back in Colorado.

Yet, feeling at home everywhere.

There is this particularly peculiar feeling that can only be experienced at the end of a long journey, when one returns, cycling and circling back to the beginning place. Home again.

Only then can you truly see how much you have grown. For a very few days or weeks, the returning voyager can acutely feel a difference in themselves. Perhaps this is the effect of the familiar landscape juxtaposed against the new warp and weft of your being. You can feel the way you have have moved in other places, have grown into other skins. The memories of the road are etched into you now. It feels as if this land you started from, the one to which you have returned, changed very little during this time. It is your foothold in the world, the place that you can rely on. All is as you remember it.

Yet, something is different here. You can see things more clearly now. You greet the pinion pines and the dust you always found so dreary, and you look up, eyes searching, to see the swirling colours on the hillsides. You are looking with new eyes at this place that once seemed so ordinary. It shall seem so again… with time, everything falls back into its careful place, including you. You shall soon slot back into the folds of life. But for now you are fresh, awake, a seed that just drifted in on the north wind.