Monday, November 12, 2012

home, sweet home

this time of year the air has the special aroma that is distinctly "home"
it always hits me like a ton of bricks.
this morning as I was letting Zoey do her morning business,
I stood huddled in the door frame, with groggy eyes,
shivering to keep warm
and there it was. clean, fragrant, cold November air.
I can hardly describe it, let alone do it adequate justice
but its fantastic and familiar
and makes me grateful to be here in this place,
at this time, smelling the air. 

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