well. that's it now.
in about an hour
there'll be a taxi
taking me to a train station
that'll be taking me to the aeroport.
there's always this sensation about leaving.
about travelling. setting on a journey.
and i can't find the words for it right now.
but it's there. this sensation.
my suitcase is already downstairs.
just a few things that still need to be packed.
i'm still sitting here with a cup of coffee
and pyjamie bottoms.
and it's very early morning.
four o'clock early morning.
and it feels like the whole world is fast asleep
with just the hush of quiet around me.
mom's already warned me that it's cold.
and i think over the years i've forgotten
what minus twenty five degrees of cold can be.
i suppose it's time to remember again.
but i can't wait to see the snow.
to see the city with all her christmas lights.
to sleep in my old bed. in my old room.
or just to hear the way
mom putters thru the house
doing her thing.
or dad sits at the kitchen table with the paper
humming along to a song.
and it's when you hear those sounds,
that's when you know you're home.
home sweet home.