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My private Journey.

A fine sunny day in July, I was strolling through the deep green grass with its flowers peeping out at me, such as daisies, rich clover and the swift growing dandelions. Grass under my feet stood up proud and tall as I placed one foot before the other. Looking back I could see no tracks, just the lush grass swaying gently to the ever-changing patterns of the soft breezes that continually swept over the growing fields of hay. The sun shone gently down as if it too had, had enough of the burning heat. Then I saw the small clouds scurrying across the bright blue sky, chasing each other as if life was just one game to be played as long as the sun shone. My mind had long taken over my body and I placed one leg after the other in a mechanical sort of movement. How long I walked in this high state of emotional expectancy I cannot tell you. I was completely immersed in another world. A world of harmony, with peace seeping through every part of my being, accompanied me on my stroll through this environment that each individual seeks as he or she goes through life. From afar a soft never-ending music that reminded me of the movement of the waves on the seashore ran through my consciousness, I was nearly home. Home is the pervading thought going through my head. What is home a far distant thought interrupted my reverie. A soft calming voice is now telling me that home is the destination of all humans. Each has a path to travel along. Some stray from the known path and never reach home. Others try too hard to reach home and overshoot the way, landing in another time and place. My path is the right way, just go along as you are, put all thoughts and doubts out of your mind: listen to the music see the small clouds chasing each other in the heavens high above. One step after the other picking up all that one needs to know on the way. Let your heart do the listening. Now the soft whistling sounds as the birds join in this chorus. It was the bird’s voices that were missing from this music. The squeal of rubber tyres interrupted my reverie. Noise of roaring traffic upset my journey on my way to home. The loud hooting from a car then the final crash. I was now fully awake I had come to a motorway the fencing had stopped my going further. A Lorry and a couple of cars had crashed. More squealing of brakes as other vehicles tried desperately to avoid running into the pile up of lorries and cars on the motorway. Now fully awake I realised that I had come miles and was nowhere near my home, real or imaginary. In the distance I could hear the sirens of the ambulances and the fire engines that had been called to the accident and I turned and made a somewhat weary way home. To my home, my real home where I could sit and drink my sweet cups of tea or just sit and dream like I usually do.

Switching on the radio I listened to the news broadcast. The speaker told of an accident on the motorway. In the accident three people had been killed and ten injured. It was then that the meaning of Home came to me. I had unknowingly followed a path that one day I would walk. This path would lead me to home. I thought about the three people that had been killed in the accident. They were now home.