Saumhein

I'm sure I heard a knock at the door, a gush of wind entering, as I open the door, no one there a strange surreal light but no one there. Disappointed I close the door, and turn. Strange, I think the rocking chair still rocking. that strange surreal light but no one there. I jump as the radio begins to play, A tune I've not played since... I'm sure I can smell that faint floral tone the rocker still rocking, the radio playing, your perfume in the air. the fire burning but still the chill, the candles lit , but little light, the rocking chair rocking, the radio playing, your perfume in the air. that strange surreal light, and then I know welcome home....