I want to walk along the beah in autumn.
I want to walk straight up to the empty waves.
I want to feel the sand move beneath me when I sit down.
I want to feel the cold air sting my cheeks.
I want to hear crashing waves and seagulls.
I want to hear the silence of human voices.
I want to know the beauty that lies within my imagination.
I want to know what home is.