We would get together from time to time, at least once a year. It was always exciting, and her unrestrained ways were irresistible. I’d never felt such desire before. With the little time we had together, I’d eagerly explore every corner of her body and mind. She would create moments so beautiful and deep that I'd forget about home completely.
Maybe I had it wrong this whole time, and this was actually home. Maybe I was supposed to stay here, in a place where I felt comfortable and alive. That would explain the sickness I get every time I have to leave her. The comedown will last months until I’m able to plan my next visit. The excitement of a return will power me through the rest of the year, pushing me to keep working towards the dream of possibly relocating to this golden land of endless natural beauty.
photos: Wild Native Photography
- March 04, 2015
- Kurt Diserio