I Long For Home...

Walking down 67th street an inspiration from the breeze on my skin and setting horizon at me eyes:

Tonight is one of those night. One of those nights where it feels like home. Where is your home? Not a place...but a feeling. Not nostalgic, but the feeling most associated with your love of life. Tonight is one of those nights. My home is hanging out on a warm summer night with a hint of fall in the air. My home is friends huddled??????? in a car, driving with windows down and music an full blast. The cool music. The calm music. The only music that can complete this home. Home has smooth chords and soft beats; a lazy jazzy organ twidled????? to perfection. The melodies undulating warmth into my ears, my eyes, my mouth, my bones: Becoming inspirations of music, art, poetry and movements of dance. My home, my nature. Beginning at dusk and continuing past dawn...I long for home, again.