Home Is Where You Hang My Hat

After travelling since Sunday afternoon, I'm finally home. Enjoyed the first Taco Bell in weeks with Ryngs, got caught up on games and drama. The spiders took the opportunity to take in a new tenant while I was away, bringing the count up to at least three. I'll be relocating it tomorrow, I'm sure.

And now, a poem:

In the midst of every fire
there is a seed waiting to awaken;
every snowflake carries with it
the threat of spring.
Every stretch of darkness contains
its choice to end,
and it's for this reason we can laugh
even when our head is underwater
and our lungs are fit to burst.