Home

I decided to come home for a weekend, and I'm so glad I did.  When I got off the plane, I was greeted by the very familiar warm, humid nights of Columbia.  As I'm sitting at the desk, a refreshing cool breeze brings with it a scent of honeysuckle that reminds me of warm summer days of my childhood.  Tomorrow, I get to see my brother and two girls who I haven't seen in a long time and have missed.  Plus, I get to go to the beach, one of my real homes, and then back to greet my Baha'i family.  A busy day, but a refreshing and refilling one.

The smell of honeysuckle will always remind me of home...