Home?

Well, i'm back.

Back from the whirlwind of 12 days that ended so sharply.

Withering activity, peace in a pack.

I'm back.

But I don't feel at home.

Life passes by in episodes, vigorous activity, quiet interludes.

I'm back.

Silence is deafening, when you are looking for it.

Space is more obtrusive when it is empty.

I'm back.

And I keep trying to convince myself I am.

They say home is where the heart is.

I'm back.

But am I home?