River

I feel like I can inhale this picture and capture all of its olfactory subtleties in one deep breath. The smell  is so familiar and distinct that I can almost taste it, taste the quivering olive trees and the sweetly pungent river mud.  I close my eys and the warm sun runs over my shoulders and the flowing river and smooth smooth skipping stones fall beneath my feet.

My breathing space, my thinking space, my talking space.
The gracious host of the annual bonfire and the welcoming friend when my head is spinning.
A hiding spot and a meeting spot.

Home.