Island Dreams
Dreamt of home last night.
Woke up missed the sound of the waves, the kiss of of the wind, the flavour of salt air on my lips.
Feeling the pull of the island, the woods, the river. The love.
Dreamt of home last night.
Woke up missed the sound of the waves, the kiss of of the wind, the flavour of salt air on my lips.
Feeling the pull of the island, the woods, the river. The love.
Jack
is smelling the scent of the cedars hitting his young nostrils right
along there, as he paddles for the Point in a light West Wind! Man I
envy those of you who grew up on that river!
Homesickness is universal.
AlexaClark Homesickness
is high test nostalgia—the fuel for so much fine stuff that people
produce–in art and music and in this electronic space. I would never
want to lose the last vestiges of it ,that I manage to retain from some
of the many great places in where I’ve lived.
It misses you too. We’ll get back there soon.