Oct 6, 2010

It felt like coming home

It felt like coming home
To a familiar place
It was quiet
all fresh and new
but the same
The same large oak trees
The same trails
It felt like coming home
The spirit of the place
has not changed.
I walked alone under the canopy of leaves
to find the bench in its spotlight
Under the trees
On the edge of Cactus Cove
I sat and remembered
No dog to hug
My tears were happy ones, I think.
It felt good.
Good memories embraced me.
Gratitude to have this moment again.

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