a moment

The air is thick.

The path we are on is old.

A shoe worn trail leads us down along the river.

Large pillars of concrete & steel mark the shoreline.

The metro hums overhead, passengers coming & going.

Thick brush kiss my ankles as we move along.

I step over some old, shattered concrete. 

I move down the crumbling stone steps.

I leave him behind.

He gazes out at the water.

I look down.

Old plastic bottles linger along the waters edge.

There are some old men fishing in the distance.

They are standing perfectly still.

I don't even warrant their attention.

I climb onto a concrete pillar. 

I step carefully to it's edge.

I look out at what is in front of me.

Buildings.

Water.

The sun casting sparkles of light.

I see the mountains with more buildings to my left.

I see the bridge I ride over every day to my right.

I close my eyes for just a second.

I take a deep breath.

I can smell the fish & the bobbing trash hit my senses.

I shift my attention.

I feel the warmth radiating toward me even though I am covered by the bridges that are above me.

I hear him say, "sometimes you just need a reminder."

A reminder.

This is a reminder.

I am here.

I grip the edge of the concrete pillar.

I look out again at the water.

The water that reminds me so much of home.

"What is home?" I ask myself.

Is it where I've been?

Is it where I'll end up?

I hear the sounds of the city echoing.

"You can make this your home."

I look up at him, standing in the distance.

I smile as he looks toward me.

The water is lapping softly.

The warmth encases me.

In this moment,

this is my home.