To a lover of sky, this sunset is a great welcome home

Well, here I am, a full month or so before I expected to be. The last few days of driving was almost other worldly, as I skimmed, barely touching the asphalt. I stopped in Callander to visit with an friend I have just recently reconnected with. It was so nice to see her. It added to the nostalgia I had accumulated after driving through Sudbury, past Christopher’s old apartment and the University.  Then I drove through Sturgeon Falls my old house and the swimming pool where I spent so many fine days, then past my grandmother’s house, past the gully where we used to spend hours getting dirty and finally the cemetery.  By the time I got to Nancy’s place and we started to reminisce about the good old days when our kids were toddlers and just starting school, I was in a good old Boo Hoo mood. So, I am not sure if I have a head cold today or just the after effects of all of those tears.

I got home to a stellar greeting. Wanda and Pointy practically turned themselves inside out as I unloaded Vincent…load after load, did I really pack that much stuff?

Finally I got everything into the middle of the kitchen floor before I stopped and had some fresh corn and garden tomatoes for supper. Austin stopped by for a hug…has he ever grown, and I am ready for a hot, deep bath before I go to bed. Tomorrow I will consider what it feels like to be here. It is quiet. The sky has turned to a  strawberry, indigo swirl while I have been writing this.  I am glad to be here.

Talk soon.

Sometimes an evening walk is just the thing for your soul.