Seeing the road ahead, and knowing that it’s mine to walk. These are the things that are rightfully mine, the trees and the flowers, the air and the endless horizon. To be so at absolute peace about what’s going to happen next, that it almost doesn’t matter. That is what it means to be home.


1 Comment på home.

  1. Siren
    Sunday, 13. July 2014 21:31

    I really love your words for ‘home’. The blog is beautiful


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