Homecoming

Coming home is like waking up in the morning to sunlight streaming through soft blinds and then realizing you have nothing to do and no where to go, so you just breathe in morning.   Coming home is lingering in the kitchen at 12:30am eating seaweed or yogurt or whatever you desire because there's no one who will judge you for what you are doing.  Coming home is walking in the oceans of people at Commercial skytrain station and feeling perfectly at ease or watching west broadway roll lazily by as you stare out on a warm autumn day.  It is realizing how beautiful this place is in  the golden haze before dusk and driving with people you love until night whispers a  lullaby in your ear.