Nostalgia

Far removed from home, and in an alien land. She peered out the window, and observed the hustling, bustling street below. Yet still she felt lonely, the only comfort she could find was in those sporatic late summer storms. This climate was far too torrid for her particular taste. She was from Seattle afterall. So when she heard the the tiny taps on her window, she swung the doors open, and welcomed her old friend inside. Her arms stretched out, and eyes closed, she inhaled and marveled. More than 1,000 miles away from home, and yet, she could still smell her house as though she was sitting on her family's porch back in Seattle. In an attempt to savour her little bit of familiarity, she left the windows open until the rain quieted to a single, steady drop. Allowing the earthy, familiar musk to waft into her dwelling, so she could feel at home again.