My Multiply account is as good as dead but this one is holding on by the skin of its teeth. Haha! And I think this write-up of ages ago deserves a repost.
Daylight brings a hotness that is sometimes uncomfortable, to this place I call home. The heat is searing, going deep into flesh, bone, soul. The warm air torments, yet I bask in it like a moth who can’t keep away from the flame.
I have walked its streets, this land of my childhood. No path in this flat, flat land has been spared from my weary feet. No nook of this island has been kept hidden from my prying eyes. No secret has remained undiscovered by my questing mind. I have walked away but have walked back.