homesick

in the midst of making our own minnesota home new again, steve made the mistake today of tuning in, via the internet, to france culture, the radio station he listens to in france as he drives the kids to and from school. suddenly he was mentally driving past rolling hills of vines, listening to a public radio station in the midst of a discussion about the poet baudelaire, with an imagined evening ahead of him that might involve olives from the tree behind the house, or the wine of friends, or those friends themselves, or all three. and steve was suddenly very homesick for a place that is not technically his home, but where he lives quite often in spirit.

olive tree branches