For The Sunday Muse Prompt #179:
** The scent of life and of living hangs heavy on this place, Here, where the weight of memory and first things lose themselves in the labyrinth of the mind.
First step, first walk, first smile. First words - garbled beyond recognition but finding the connection between the proffered body and sustenance.
First leaving, first returning then leaving - the first steps of a lonesome journey to a far country, of seeking the wily welcome of the open world calling - siren-like - from beyond the walls that time has built.
The days have their dangers and the nights their flights of fancy but in moments of respite and clarity I find myself here. Home. Always returning.