Semi-Daily Scribbles

It can take a lifetime to find the place called home. We set our bodies down in one locale or the other, but that is no guarantee the heart and mind have hitched a ride. It is very possible that the pair set out to find their own favorite spot, and the soul hightailed it to the nearest oceanside retreat. On those special occasions, however, when the aforementioned parties have all pulled up to the same address, a transformation occurs. A shelf, a letterbox, a broom cupboard, or a patch of cool, green grass becomes the only spot in the universe where our light is allowed to outshine the sun.