feels like home

I'm sitting on the back porch on a humid late summer evening as the sun is low on the horizon. Overlooking a still wide river where the reeds and the cat tails bob slowly back and forth lightning bugs dance between twinkling a steady beat that only they can follow. The sweat of the day is gone and im left with a cool patina as i run my finger across the rim of my iced tea and slowly lights in the distance come on and a ferry boat lazily drifts on by with its lights reflected in the water glimmering and shimmering away. A distant rumble of thunder makes itself heard in the distance but won't be here until i'm ready for it to lull me into a gentle sleep.

whenever i listen to the album Feels Like Home by Norah Jones.