Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to.
Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when the world beats us down and we struggle to get through each day,
Home is where we become ourselves, that version of our essence we were born with but lost over the years as a child became an adult indebted to society and rules.
Home is the grey water surround by mountains covered with clouds and the imminent rain to cleanse our remaining sins.
