Escapes are tricky,
for somewhere halfway through
your mind shifts to thinking of returns.
For all the relaxing and refocusing,
our minds know we belong somewhere else.
But in the meantime, we squeeze
every last ounce of living out of those moments,
relishing the closeness, soaking in the beauty,
and being alive; a good place to be.
Back to the familiar; reappearing in the commonplace.
Going back to the homestead.
A return from getaway.
Welcome back across the lake!
Walt
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Oh boy, you nailed it. Thanks for the welcome!
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