At last.

...and then when at last I have seen the seas, and have made my presents known to friends in cities

along the cost,

the very same that are building to building close

with a sense of familiarity shining off every bit of wet pavement, I continue.

I won't need to even look ahead. I'll know the long roads that take me out in the country side. My fingers will touch the tall grass all the way to the mountain's base where I will begin my climb, and when I get to the other side I will look back to say, "Yes, I can." Like any good story though, I'm not quite ready to reread the last chapter, 'less I lose myself in time, so I read on. Yet, somehow, I read all the way to that divine place I've been before. Autumn leaves there are the most beautiful, and the sun is always golden.

Down the stone stairway,

overlooking the all the world I've ever known,

I take a deep breath of life, and whisper,

"I'm home."