Home 2018/09/03 by mkhana The way home never seemed clearer than it did at that moment. The trees swayed apart and the moonlight beamed a clear path through. The night air felt cool against his skin, the breeze rustled his beard gently. The call was clear, home was beckoning from just beyond the horizon. Take a breath. Go home. Share this via: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related