I'm nearing the end of this journey, it's coming to a close, it's nearing its last breath. My heart's headed home. My heart which was once a broken compass is now homeward bound. The season's shifting. No calendar, no watch told me this. Just like the trees know to die and leaves to change color, just like the geese know when to fly south, my heart just knows. I know to go home. With my eyes closed, without a map. Even in the dark my feet will know the path. HOME.