Last week I listened to the music
of tropical birds
wind through jungle foliage
splashing surf
and a mariachi band
Back home I listen to the music
of purring cats
humming from the furnace
crunching snow
and a Spotify collection
Travel broadens the mind
Returning deepens appreciation for home
Wind Rush 
beautifully captured Janette
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Wonderful poem, LuAnne…the joy of travel and the joy of home. Welcome home.
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Thank you, Jet. You sure know about the joys of travel. The jungle is beautiful. I think I enjoyed the huge orange iguanas the best.
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They are one of my favorites too, LuAnne.
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Travel’s a great catalyst to wake up the senses … but honestly the best part of any trip is being back home, for a few days the senses still firing away a mix of recall and presence. Your sounds and weather differences beautifully depict this! Great images.
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When we left MI, it was in the 50s, then in Mexico it was in the mid 80s. It was quite a shock to come home to weather in the teens. The snow was beautiful though and it was good to be home. Thanks for your comment, Jazz. I always love how you word your comments. 🙂
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Awesome poem and pictures, LuAnne.
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Thank you, Kamal.
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Welcome LuAnne.
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Cleverly drawn contrasts – you are so right. There is joy in both the venturing and returning home.
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Thanks, V.J.
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Welcome!
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Glad you got a respite from winter!
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It was nice to be in mild weather but I do love the beauty of the snow, also. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
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Beautifully contrasted, LuAnne! I love both, the snow ( in small doses ) and the warm tropical sunshine. Regardless, coming home always feels heavenly. Even after the greatest trips.
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