Home: means many different things to different people.
The smell of a wood fire
on an autumn evening.
Family, friends, more adventures.

Spending time with those you love.
Encapsulated in time; without words.
Where together is enough.

Making memories

I find its in the small seemingly insignificant moments

When I think of home the most.
It creeps up on me in the dead of night.

When really I should be sleeping.
Even now I think of home with a big smile on my face.

Many memories made
Yet many more to come..

– Carole Farish, October 2013


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