Not home, but feels more than home

Not home, but feels more than home –

Something about the wind blowing into my face,

Something about the sand in between my toes.

Maybe it’s how the sun shines,

Maybe it’s the shape of the clouds.

I don’t know what it is,

But the peace I feel is beyond bliss.

Not home, but feels more than home.

Not that I don’t want to leave,

Not that I can’t wait to be back,

Not that I’ve seen everything that’s there to be seen.

But in this moment here I feel peace.