Ohio moments.

"There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's." -- Ed Gorman 

Yesterday, mum and I left for home (back to Arizona after 3 weeks in Ohio) and oh, how I miss this place already. I was made for long moody evenings and still, heavy days and stars fighting the sunset for occupancy of the sky and I do believe I've left my heart somewhere between hellos and goodbyes, tucked in the corners of musty attics and swelling with the birds' aching lullaby. Split between two realities; between two lives. It is good to be going home, but my heart is in two places at once, and my only regret is that I cannot be.

This was written a good 6 weeks ago, in the heart of summer, and I can't grasp the fact that so much time has passed in between experiencing and remembering (and since I last posted anything here!) I'm determined to get back to this familiar corner with much more frequency, so be looking for more snapshots and / or short stories and poetry here in the weeks to come. xo