Filipinas

The distance was nothing. In his mind, he was already there, lounging on the porch, drinking juice from a coconut shell. When he closed his eyes, he could hear the distinct sound of crashing waves and taste the salty air upon his lips. The sand would shift and pass between his toes as he walked towards the shallow waters. Meanwhile, the sun had reached its peak, showering him with an unwavering gaze as he took a tentative step onto the waters, sighing in content when the warm liquid soothed his foot, and proceeded to go in deeper.

This was home.