I remember years ago I was sitting alone on top of a fjord in Norway, about 600m high looking out over the sea. I felt at ease, slowly I felt myself sinking in to the mountain, becoming one with it. I understood this is me, this is my home. Slowly I returned , I was filled with content but also a deep dark sadness. I know where my home is and I knew where I belonged, but I also knew as long as I lived, as long as I walked with humans I would never be happy, never feel home, always be alone.
I await my time to return home