You find Home in the most unusual places.

For instance, in the air when it reeks of the perfumes of evenings and of musty lost times.

For instance, in the sky when it is red after a sunset and on a round seat around a shegun tree.

Or, for instance in a pair of eyes, when you have blindly rambled randomly; and then that holds your gaze warmly and fondly, assures you that nothing is lost, really.

You find love when you least expect it.