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: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related