Roaming Home
Another trip to nowhereI know I have been here before. I could never forget this place where I watched the leaves change to vibrant shades of orange and hues of green. Or maybe the green was in your eyes as I fell asleep and you tended my cries. This tiny home so far from home. We walked away, wandered and roamed. Here I am again. Right, where I began.I love this house so much. Watching the snow, feeling your touch. Dancing nude in the backyard...
