So I was doing this week’s topic on Local Colour and found myself wandering over all the towns that I have called home over the years. Not to mention the years themselves. For in their way years are the quite country we abide in when we can or need to.
We are told that we can never go home again. Except in the case of time as home it could just be that Home simply does not recognise us. But in those dreams that bear us home we get glimpses. As we get older of course there are more times to have glimpses of.
I have a question. Which do you most consider home..a time or a place. Is it in your past,time or place, or where you are now. Do you dream of it which ever it is? Or day dream? Does it make you feel good or make you nervous or is it no different than any other sort of recurring dream.
And last but not least, do you use it in your writing? And how.