Closing my eyes, I imagine myself somewhere else.
The trees, the river, the birds.
I feel the soft breeze blowing through the branches.
The wind carries smell and noises.
The forest's sharp pine odor and recent rain
makes its way through my body
and etches itself permanently to my clothes.
The birds' soft calls to each other reach my ears,
like the forest's personal soundtrack.
The needles of a nearby tree nuzzle my cheek.
It feels so amazingly soft,
like the downy feathers of a newborn chick.
I finally open my eyes
And see the lush emerald pine trees,
the clear flowing river full of sparkling fish,
and spot a flock of robins staring curiously at me,
their bellies a washed out reddish-brown.
I try not to blink, try to memorize everything.
feeling longing and yearning in my heart.
I try to memorize the feeling of being home once again.