Interstellar Medium

Visions. There's a ranch house at the end of long, featureless road. Their are acres of land all around this ranch, tall grass blowing in the dry wind. There are curtains blowing in the kitchen. A warm cup of coffee sits on the kitchen table. A cigarette is burning in the ashtray resting on the steps of the enclosed porch. Their is a familiarity about this place that keeps me here. A pound of Earth inside you that speaks my name. Memories of our baby. We're tilling the land. Inside, the house smells like oranges. We listen to old country 45's as the sun goes down. It's always quiet. 'Speech is great, but silence is better' is the vibe here. No need for words. I know I'm home when I'm on that porch with you.