There's nothing like being in your hometown. There is a spiritual, latent GPS of the soul that whispers "you are home." Even though the place has changed, the eternal angle of light across the outline of trees and mountains has an unspoken effect on you - a permanency man can never eliminate with laws, buildings, or government. It’s a deep familiarity, a safety ignited by the latitude and longitude of your youth. With the kindness of a mother it says, "you belong - you will always be of this place."
Peter Crabbe is a writer living in California.