No. No. I am not talking about that bus route # that took me home.  It is the number of days after which I will be going back home this year. 5 years and 21 days. Though the bus number was ironically the same.

 

Parents were here last year so that helped. Yet, looking forward to the trip more than anything else!! Tickets are in and the excitement begins. I remember the day I took the flight here, uncertain, thoughtful. I was sure I wud be back in a couple of years, cud never believe I could take this long. Hope, courage and simple pleasures at the university made the years go by.

 

Sometimes when I walk by the beach and look at the setting ball of fire, it comes to my mind, that people back home, far away into the horizon extending to infinity, are looking at the same ball of fire at the same time as they begin the day…it has just risen there.

 

It is amazing  to see that painting at the horizon that changes everyday where the sun goes down. It is a piece of art. I often go to the beach after work, that is when I leave work early!!! As you walk just near the water where you find it nice and dry, it is interesting how the water comes to you sooner or later. ..and then sometimes when you take a pause and look back, something makes you smile…….a trail of your footprints that you left behind.