There is a home in myself and I take it with me. It sounds like the high off birds singing in the forest. I feels like cool running water beneath My fingertips. It tastes like fresh bread and melted butter. It looks like the vibrant flashes of light on rocks beneath a stream. It feels like cool sheets on my bare skin. It sounds like a gently moving fan in the window on a hot summer day. It tastes like summer rain trailing down my face and between my closed lips. 

It is time suspended and whispered words between trees. It is warm embraces without the anxiety of letting go or being stifled. It is everything all at once and no thoughts at all. It is unrushed and unhurried. Slow, but not lazy in all its vibrance. This is the home within myself I take with me as I go; to water and sky, to dry and rain, to warmth and cold. Outstretched and still, I find my heart.