I’m headed home today.
To a land of living skies, golden fields, and Northern lights.
Home.
I’m headed home today.
To people who will ask, “how are you?” and actually want to know.
To butter tarts, cabbage rolls, Greek ribs and pierogies.
To temps in Celsius and the Queen’s currency.
I’m headed home today.
To Old Dutch potato chips, Pilsner beers, CBC and the CTV.
To grain reports, cattle prices, crop yields and pie at Mom’s kitchen table.
To laughs and stories and photos and many a-remember whens.
To lazy walks down a country road, a whiff of saddle soap in the tack room, and kittens at foot.
To Roughrider football parties, community suppers, and chats with teachers, Sunday School mentors and elderly aunties who’ll hug me like there’s no tomorrow. And my eyes will cloud a bit when they do.
I’m headed home today.
To the tiniest of places with a hold so strong it both anchors and frees its own to go around the world with confidence because they know there still exists a place where everyone knows their name.
I’m headed home today.
Cheers!
