Monday, August 04, 2014

Home

Seeing the hills and trees in their proper place, filling the void between ground and sky, and breathing the air that tastes of sweet clover blossoms and sun-warmed forest makes me feel desperately homesick.

Although it has been sixteen years since I was uprooted, it still hurts to be torn away from my homeland again. I weep helplessly as the bus careers through my beloved mountains, not knowing when I will escape and return to them once more.