Remember when I said
I ached for a place that
Isn't home anymore?
I was wrong.
I am home!
Amid smog,
Traffic,
Smokers,
And danger,
I am home
Amid palm trees
Mountains,
The ocean,
And a big city.
The dry air
Is stirred by a cooling wind
That chills to the heart.
It gives a rush,
A thrill,
A feeling being on the edge,
Of unpredicatability.
And as the waves lap against
Your toes,
Cold,
The land of heat is one of chill...
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