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Still, and always, thinking of home. Is it a place, a location where we sit and sigh and say, "Ah, this feels good with lots of comfort and happiness?" Or is it a person, one we return to daily, yearly, weekly, and sigh and say, "Ah, you feel good with lots of comfort and happiness?" Or is it people -- friends, loved ones, random and surprisingly quick spirits we pick up along our way -- which make us sigh and say, "Ah, this feels good to talk to you, giving me lots of comfort and happiness?"

Could it be all three, and we don't feel complete until the three abovementioned home-factors meld? However, that may be too much to ask for -- a perfect blend of space, love, and support system? Or, do we most likely have it and are so busy searching for home and our various definitions of it, that we ignore abovementioned?

Big storm last night. The kind where rain falls so hard and with such fury I feel sorry for the roof as that pounding must hurt. It's also this sort of storm that aids in thoughts and dreams--erasing some, creating others. And while I hate winter, really really hate it, and even though I feel terribly uncomfortable in the place I currently reside, I do love the sound of crashing water, even if it's coming from the sky. For the storm duration, I felt comfort and happiness and ease and thought, Ah, this feels good.