A Return to the River...

...Tonight I walked, with jet-lagged legs, the familiar path that leads to the river.
I stopped at the top of the rise to say "Hello, I'm back" - My eyes took in the scene before me, which was bathed in the golden glow of the low sun.
The slow, gentle flow of the water, the rocks, the birds noisily gathering at the edge of the river and the lush grasses all up and down the embankments.

Breathing it all in…

AAH ! I'm home.

I left home to come home.
Torn, as ever...