“And when the day arrives I’ll become the sky and I’ll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.” ~ Trent Reznor
The ute’s all packed, it’s not quite dawn and we’re heading home to the farm.
I’m filled with a quiet thrill. It seems so long since I was there. And home is the place where I heal, where I write, where my heart is free.
The dogs, of course, knew we were going and have been sitting at the front door since 4am. Perhaps being home and having a whole farm to run around on will cure them of the need to eat computers and other assorted household items.
They are beyond excited. Well, to be more accurate, Harry is beyond excited and Bert is, well… resigned to sharing the back seat with an insane pup with no sense of personal boundaries.
Okay. We’re off. I’ll leave you with a parting thought;