Coming home I spend a lot of time away from home—too much time. More than I spend at home, I think. So coming home means a lot to me. And it’s amazing, coming home on a ferry, how often this is what I see. Grey, dreary rain. And light, over home. Advertisements Like this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “Coming home” You sure captured the mood in this one. I can feel that overcast ferry ride in my bones. But, the skies don’t manage to cast gloom over the feeling of a return home. Thank you! It’s hard to feel gloomy when you’re going home, and when light rises like this. But then light rises, going home, even when the skies are universally gloomy. Comments are closed.