Only the wind remembers my name

Over three weeks in the US. The journey back home starts tomorrow. We had some local military officers and their families over for dinner today and I must say I'm done with small talk and other superficial bullshit for at least a couple of months. What I really need is a silent, freezing winter night, so I can walk in the woods, breathe in the cold air, feel the night inside me and be one with it. I miss you, home, the place where the quiet ones dwell.