It's this place, where everything makes sense. Where your heart feels totally at ease and the comfort of your surroundings leave no question of where you are or where you want to be. It's within your soul, gently reminding, leaving little notes around for you to find them later; hidden in pages and envelopes, under clocks, or wrapped in warm sweaters. It's the sweet smell of skin, so divine and real. It's silver rings blocked out in pattern, mingling in diversity and how well they exist together in rhythm. It loves the earth, and it loves the sky... for they are both the same, no matter where you temporarily inhabit for however little time is left. It's grace within this strength, that holds a place for those waiting to bring worlds together. It's a permanent place, always existing... just maybe not always existing in the physical.
Truly... it's where the heart is.