there's always something magic about coming home and this evening is no exception. with the sun setting behind me and the roof open (well, at least until i hit the dirt road) and Dire Straits pumping through the sound system it is sometimes difficult to keep the leadfoot restrained. home is like a magnet and is my universal destination no matter what or where the journey.
and when i finally walked in the door and opened the suitcase...Martha the catfishweaselbear made it very clear i was to stay.
coming home is indeed the best part of going away.
ReplyDeleteCute cat, the way she's perched there on your stuff. :)
ReplyDeleteAh..."home is like a magnet" indeed :) Nothing beats the familiar smells, the shoes lost around the corner and bare feet that know the wood by heart, ...and a wise pet who knows better than we do where we belong;)
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