Started to cry but then remembered...

Things were once again taking a new form. Ascending before his very eyes. Slowing down was no longer an option for him. He was amid his latest evolution into something greater, perhaps this time too much for his own good. Yet one thing always remained the same with each iteration. He saved a little bit of love in his heart, just in case she would, somehow, in any way really, come back home to him.

If you love home - actually, even if you don't - there is nothing quite as cozy, as comfortable, as delightful, as that first few days back after a long getaway. In those moments, even the things that would irritate you - like the annoying hustle of morning city traffic or that incessant squeaking sound the ventilation system makes from time to time - seem instead reminders of your own permanence, of how life, your life, will always graciously allow you to step back inside of it, no matter how far you have gone away from it or how long you have left it.