A storm awaits us when we enter the wild, willful place we call the world
it is callous, cruel and unutterably cold
but like nature we find our way to places we call home
places of mother, father and warmth
places that belong with us
humanity
as we are older the person we want to be finds home
or we live alone
for home is people, not brick and mortar
not work
and best labor is because we love somebody
