Evening Falls

(Just to clarify, it is actually noon right now).I am sitting in the top floor of this building, next to a wide open window, facing the tallest building on campus, mountains behind it. Today has been gray - raining on and off. The clouds are slowly moving east, I can see them float away. This reminds me of Great Britain. Of course, there was more green and more trees and hills then all this brown, but the sky is the same. What is more, I am listening to Enya's "Evening Falls."

When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,

from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.

As I walk there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.

Forever searching; never right, I am lost
in oceans of night. Forever
hoping I can find memories.
those memories I left behind.

Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.

For some reason, I do my best writing at dusk. I would sit in a high place outside, feeling the wind rush by as I watched the sun set, listening to mystical music that takes my soul to the British Isles. These lyrics are true to me: "When the evening falls and the daylight is fading," I am carried to my own world - my home. And now, as I listen more, I remember, the very few times I was able to slow down during our fast paced adventure in Wales during study abroad, I loved listening to my Celtic music and jotting down a few lines or ideas for my novel. I realize that I desperately need to return there - my heart, soul, imagination, my very body and being is pulling me back. This time, I will go at my own pace. I will listen to my music the whole time. I will wonder the halls of the castle, the dark, misty forrests, allowing my story to become real. I will sit down, watch the clouds pass over the Great Halls and write.

Only then, will I be home. As for now, I am "feeling oh, so far away."