Homecoming

Anorak, gloves, a scarf? Well, I’m not sure I’ll need the weight of winter outerwear, if sun’s included in your offering. No matter, you’re the beach! I will inhale whatever weather breaks, skies - clear or grey. I’ve missed your salty kiss for much too long, your ever-changing, blue-green, moon-ruled flux; the way your rippling chants my favorite sound. Too many days landlocked in middle earth, with only lakes to tease a sullen muse, is not the way to spend one’s summer time, when home and memory are out of tune.