Home Is

"Home is where one starts from."

~ T. S. Eliot

After days waiting out the big storm and aftermath in hotel rooms from Greenville to Asheville, we were so anxious to be home. We tried to drive it, but our road was covered with ice, so we parked the car and walked up to the top of the ridge. As we arrived home, the sun was setting and the deer prints zigzagged across the front lawn.

We made it.

Happy, I wrote the word "home" in the snow in front of our house.