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On the spirit of places

What is it that makes me feel home here, not there? Down there, not further there? By the waters, bay by my side? North along the coast, but never down the same shore?
Up that hill with a view over the waters, reluctant to choose the new suburb that attracts others?
Is there a spirit of places? Is a tree a tree everywhere? Is the sunlight same all around the globe? Tizi said, the dawn isn't sunset, I know he's right. Ray over the sky, halo whatever they call it, reflects the spirit of the place.
On the spirit of places I argue, searching for a home. Listen to people - where's a cinema, a shopping mall, McDonald's, they're at home. On the spirit of places - an avoided topic, won't sell, won't tell. Go to the apartment bureau, won't ring a bell.
I think there is a spirit of places, it's the different eyes on similar faces.
Feeling home here, feeling home far from here, but alas! not between here and there.
Love one city, foreigner in another, no matter how long have I lived in the latter. Feel this is home, and there's home down there, having a blast - don't know, I don't care. ... ... curious to know what defines home, the same stores, boutiques, the same thunder tone. Rain feels softer though it sure isn't any other, view along the sky, where thoughts carelessly fly. These places keep coming, all around the world. Travelling home, the name never heard.
You wanna know where I've found mine. It's an endless list, so far filled with Prag, Bonn, and Heim.

posted by Anicko @ 11:44 AM