what is home?

I always wondered what it would be like to grow up in Maine.



Tonight I was at a pub in Baltimore, Ireland and I watched as men were drinking pints and talking of fishing, the way they have for generations. But I also saw a man who was smiling at a girl across the bar. He was looking at her, interested.
Are human interests that simple?

I hope that in this new year I can find more than that. I know what being human is about, but I miss the divine... I miss art.

goodnight Europe. I love you, but I miss Boston.