home…. after 10 weeks of slogging and driving and constant forward motion… having someplace to be every night that tastes right and real and can fill you up… like any blue collar, assembly line worker… or dairy farmer… or deep sea fisherman… getting a junkie’s fix out of an honest, hard day’s work… a steady fill with a healthy sense of purpose and duty and rightness…

the same feeling as the 9-to-5 construction worker, who comes home to crack open a beer and sit in front of the tv to unwind at the end of his day… same as ever, my first immediate ritual when i get home, the second i step out of my car, is to race out to the edge of the world, where the waves never stop beating down on the same holy sand… exactly where i left her… so i just sit and stare into the sunset and let the symphony of the water erase my cluttered head…. i’m home…