Home Again, Home Again

We continue our ride to what seems like nowhere.
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A place where total tranquility can be found, a place where children are silent, dogs don’t bite and the only loud sound is the hissing of falling water.  Walking onward,, onward,, onward.  The babble of passer by’s seems as if it is in a totally new language.  Words seem to get lost in the woods, only words like “hello” or “almost there” seem to be processable.  As we grow closer to the end of our journey “...frustration rises.”  You want nothing more than so melt into the warm fuzzy seats of the sand colored Jeep in the parking lot. P-r-o-t-e-c-t-i-o-n : w-a-r-m-t-h : n-a-a-a-a-a-p.  The woods are a home away from home but they lack the comforts that you have come to know and love.  You weep, it is hard to accept the fact that you are uncomfortable.  Pick some flowers, take them with you, take the woods home with you.  Can you have two homes at once?  Can you love two things at once?
 A different type of serenity.



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