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Are you coming back or just visiting?
I ask myself
Have I ever left?
My spirit resides in cold, granite rocks and crisp, gripping air
I stood outside at the airport
Basking in the north wind
Rejoicing in the sky that bore more clouds than sun
The southern nights have been restless in anticipation
I toss and turn in the stifling and stuffy night air
Rains of sweat beneath my forehead and between my breasts
My body longing for the chill of a drafty house
and the warm pile of a fluffy comforter
The tip of my nose cool to the touch
Nostalgia keeps me coming back, I know
But the tug and pull of my new life
reminds me of a joy that I am just beginning to sow
Day 13. I am back in New England for a few days to visit the boys and my friends. My legs need some hills and a mountain to climb. I have been greeted with “Welcome Home!” already. Although in truth, I now have two places that bear the same name.