Like the Wind

Sitting on the couch, mug in hand

Walking down the street, confidence in every step

It is more than just a place

It is a way of life

It is a feeling you get in all of your bones

It is your life’s blood, just wanting to get out

That feeling of calm when you wake up on a Saturday morning

That feeling of just right when you are on a roll

That excitement of seeing a long lost friend

The fear of doing something new, but not dreading it

The stillness of new fallen snow

The tranquility of 4am

There is something about the word home

It is usually attached to a place

But I believe it is a feeling

A feeling that I often search for

Because if Home is not a place

Then Home is always fleeting

Never sticking, never staying

But you feel it and you know it

Like the wind