Where?

It isn't where you were born
or where you grew up.
Some say it's where you had your first times;
first love, first touch, first kiss.
Perhaps, where it all began.
Others would claim it's where your fondest memories took place.
Or the secret ground of which you take refuge
from the harshness of realities.
Simpler ones would simply say
it's where your friends and family are.
Far ones would think
it's where they wanna return to.
Pressed ones would answer
the very place they wish to escape to.
Wiser ones have said
it's where you belong to.
Reminiscing ones would picture
every sense of familiarities it holds.
But i would say
it is where your heart is.
For if you are at where your heart is,
then you are one with yourself.
And there is no longer anywhere else
you would rather be anymore
than where you are.

Suspicious

My favorite picture during the trip to Hakone.

From Japan

Somehow, you never know that the picture you've just took
ends up being your favorite.

Rest

On a bright, sunny Saturday morning;
the first of a 3 consecutive holidays,
with Diana Krall playing over the radio
and a hot cup of Milo in my hands.

What a way to start off the holiday.

John Wesley

Below is the confession of his salvation.
Taken in London; one of my favorite shots of the trip.

From Europe