The Love of a Home.

This morning I woke up with a familiar aching in my heart.

I took a shower, I brushed my teeth, I fumbled through my morning routine, but i couldn't shake it. I couldn't overcome it. I couldn't reconcile myself with it.

Sometimes I wrestle with my need like a warrior with a voracious lion. Sometimes I lay my will at it's feet, I curl up under it and admit defeat by one so much more commanding than I.

Sometimes, I soar on the wings of an eagle- or an Oriole to be more precise- because of my love for one so alive, it's heart pounding a beat in my soul.

Once, the Boy and I had a discussion about the Red Hot Chili Peppers- "Really," He said incredulously, "How many songs can you write about one city?"

About this city, My Friends, I could write a lifetime and never cease the flutter of my heart when I look out on it. Rain, Snow, Wind, or Sunshine, Baltimore glistens for me like newly dewed grass. She calls me out with familiar sounds, smells, tastes, loves. She wraps me warm and safe and promises, quietly, "Tomorrow, My Child, Tomorrow." And Tomorrow breaks upon my and deposits it's wave in my sand, washing away the old and giving to me the new, innervating the life that I have.

Tomorrow ebbs and flows and doesn't think or feel, but My City thinks and feels and breaths an grows with me. My Balitmore crashes against me, changing me, smoothing out my rough edges.

When I was in Fells point this weekend, I was dreaming a dream aloud I always nurse, a dream to own a piece of my city and to work it for It's benefit. To use this city as it uses me- carefully, and to benefit every tomorrow. My acute longing stung me bitterly. The timing isn't right for my desires and my hopes falling, my City whispered comfortingly, "Tomorrow, Child, Tomorrow..."

It may not be the right time, but I will wait, patiently- as patiently as a bridegroom waits for his Bride- for Baltimore to tell me when tomorrow is come.Then I can be glad a rejoice in it, a revel in our Gains and Graces.