A retrospective

Here I am again. It's night time, and I'm in bed. But not my bed, or even a night time from my home town. I'm in a guest bed in the vacation home of someone else. This night, isn't very much at all like the ones back home.
The smell of salt coming of the ocean. The infrequent sound of a fishing boats horn blowing off in the distance. The cool breeze off the water.

It's far too quite hear for my ears. I need the sound of passing traffic in the middle of the night. Or the roar of a airplane from the airport. Even the snores from my father if he's had a fight with his girlfriend and is crashing in the spare room will do.

I always wanted more time to think. And out here, I have plenty of time to do just that. But, now that I have all this time and all these thoughts running through my head, I just wanna be asleep someplace familiar.

I had such big plans, but had to put them on the back burner. I traded lofty ideas for some lofty new ones. This retrospective vacation seems to be pulling me in the new direction I was looking for.

I found clarity on the ocean breeze, and I will ride that wave All the way home.