“Where we love is home; a home that our feet
may leave, but not our hearts.”
~Oliver Wendell Homes, Sr; taken from ‘Homesick in Heaven’
The older I get the more I am convinced that it doesn’t matter who you are or how long you have been gone, everyone has a road home. And though the months and years race by far too fast , there’s really no emotion like the one you get when you feel that magical and familiar stretch of road under your tires.
Standing on the blacktop that leads me back to the place of my childhood, I am reminded that everyone, indeed, has a road home.
Autumn leaves fall on the pavement of a northern Minnesota highway.
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