It's Nice To Be Home

I thought I saw you yesterday as the sun melted and mixed into the western skies. I smiled and quickly turned my head as I heard the wind whisper my name. I felt the warmth of your hand as I leaned on The Rock remembering from where it came. Then the wind laid, the rippling sound of the lake's reflective waters became quiet and I knew where I had been, and now... it's nice to be home again.