The Long Way Home

Much of my time is spent behind the wheel.  My job takes me across the province into every reach, corner and beautiful cranny.  Such as last night however, it is many miles from home.  So often, I just want to stop and take photos of the stunning view, but am driven either by the need to get to the next customer, or just wanting to go home.  I promise myself each time that I will make this trip again, bringing my camera, just for the sheer enjoyment of it.
Yesterday I drove from home through Barry's Bay, Eaganville, through to Smith Fall's, Perth, Peterborough and north home.  It was a long day. By night fall, all I wanted was to be home, curled on the couch. I did manage to get a couple of pictures on route, listen to some wonderful music, and day dream.

Barry's Bay

Renfrew

The Way Home

And so,

the journey winds the darkened road

brings me closer to 

the place my heart resides

that gentle, silent

warmth of home

its dusty ancient gaze from

bubbled glass 

greets me through the haze of

stars

the lowing cows and soft muzzle,

arms

of those that love.

no better place to end my day