Turning for Home

There is a juncture in every journey when your heart must find soon again something long, dear, and gently known.
There is a waver in the wildest of wanderlust when the soul runs dry and must come again to the thing, the place, or the somebody that can make it replete.
There is to every life an awakening that the miles ahead are greatly less than the ones behind, that beyond all things lies an end—t...