(Photos from Long Sheng, Guilin)
Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless days, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned.
Summer would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Summer would come and the air would grow warm, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon and stars, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my room windows.