It's funny how up until days like today if you were to ask me where "home" is I'd answer as usual...wherever my family is. But with my lungs full of clean, cool-yes, actually cool-air wave after wave of just beyond tangible memories and feelings and associations wash over me. I smell the north, that cleanness that I associate with the summers of my childhood- and maybe that actually is home. Open the windows and mix that air with the inside of a house and I smell every Saturday of early fall, after all the chores are done and when you sit in the clean house before the bustle of dinner time. Let that air blow and wash my skin as I drive and I feel the energy that has been sapped by summer heat filling all of me.
What a gift, a few days of breathing memories and wholeness! God is beyond good to me.
