A tinge of excitement
as I catch a glimpse
through airport windows
of the last golden sunlight
on straight, tall trees.
By the time I step out
into the mountain air,
it is very cold.
But there is a rich blush
of deep pink
in the valley between
two mountains
here in Western North Carolina.
The sky is beautiful.

So what is this strange feeling?
Oh my word: homesickness!
Even in the excitement
of seeing the beauty of this place
in the golden hour,
I realize
I’m not getting to see
the evening sky
on the prairie.
Nice to know
where “home” is.