This morning as I exited the train station at Stadtmitte my eyes were met with a glimpse of beautiful blue sky and my ears with The Apache Relay’s Home Is Not Places:
“Feel it burn in my soul.
Like a wound that is exposed.
I need to run, I need to go.
I took my time, I got no more.
So take me somewhere I don’t know.
’cause Home is not places, it is Love.”
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. – Maya Angelou
Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound. – Herman Melville