The Land Calls

This is the place in which I've been living for just over two years: 

Despite the fact that I appreciate many aspects of this quaint little town, it does not (yet?) feel like home.

What does is the sky over our heads, lakes and rivers at our feet, and the ever-changing wooded mountains all around--linking that which is above to things that are below--bringing us a little closer to the Sun in the day and the Moon with the stars at night, to the signing of the birds and the howling of the wolves. 

This Northern place triggers forgotten memories, perhaps, at a genetic level, of another one much like this. The sprawling lands of my ancestors. From sea to sea.

Coming into Nature is like coming home.