At last

Home.

It's more than a building. More than a feeling. More than so many seemingly disconnected things.

It's a little bit of this, a little bit of that, a feeling, a plant, a quilt, an old piece of furniture.

It's the modern new lamp with the oval shade, the drop down desk with the architecture decor.

It's a fuzzy footed fern, a blue art bird feeder, fine china bought at Goodwill and pictures collected over the years

It's a place where I feel safe to walk -- even in the moonlight where I find myself surrounded by geese and ducks and cardinals and woodpeckers.

It is good to be home. At last.