I am never truly home from a trip to the city until I walk around Sandpiper breathing in the fresh sea air and registering the country quiet, a peace unknown to the city. While I enjoy the distractions the city offers in restaurants, shopping and cafes, I am happy to live on this remote island that caters to none of those whims. Instead it leaves me the space to relax my pace, to hear my thoughts, and to focus my gaze. Surrounded by the towering trees' dancing silhouette I find solace in late autumn's dark embrace, unbroken by any ambient light from street lamps or passing cars. The eagles soar, the winds roar, and, yes, the rain pours but time passes slowly. I sleep the sleep of the blessed; deep, undisturbed, and restful. I love coming home.