It's a regular evening and as always I'm sitting on the stairs watching the sky turn cremson, while the sun sets. Seems like it is going to rain, so probably I'll have a peaceful sleep once again. I can hear dogs barking, cows mooing, birds chirping and singing and crickets stridulating. Maybe they are all calling their family members home, since the sun is going to set soon and they will have to return. Well! I believe we all have a place where we must return to, some near and some far. The breeze has always had that familiar touch...