A Hornby Welcome
For me, coming home always happens in stages.  Piece by piece the city armour is removed and Hornby slowly seeps in.  I begin to hear the gurgle of the creek running by our front door.  Then my eyes open and fill with the black sky broken only by the pinpricks of a million distant stars.  The bouncing tree limbs overhead alert me to the chilling wind and to the purity of the air moving inside me.  Each revelation leads to the next and soon I realize how much my home welcomes me when I return.  The inherent stillness of this place fills and calms me, revealing space around and inside me.  And like finally seeing a longed for lover, I am in love anew. 

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