A week, A monthA year10...20 yearsA moment, blinking against the wind.Sand between the toesWater breaking on rocksOn sand, a bright eclipseA symphony, deafeningDrowning out all elseSwallowing the years inA wave of nostalgiaOf waterAnd sandOf rocks, older than memoryAnd time asFluid as the sea Some places really never do stop feeling like home. The way that… Continue reading Places