Hannah Brock

Homeward Bound

If there was ever a place my soul would zoom to after life, it would be this place. The soft buzz of summer, faded stripes on the highway winding up the hill, green grass hugging the edges of the cement. Sweet pea blooms tangling and unfolding from underneath barbed wire. Large lazy meadows graced with sun that race up into the high cliffs studded with redwoods. Mountains and mountains that disappear into the golden afternoon haze.