In a way I don’t yet understand, I know this is my genetic inheritance.

Well I don’t know, entirely, if it’s something I’ve heard, learned, shared, or that’s been instilled. It could be something that’s just in my blood, or the remembrance of a time I lived here before.

All I know is that my heart needs the hills and the sea. That the sound of the wind, the rain on the glass, ‘s like a song for a homecoming queen.