/// The Moon ///

I originally wanted to call this song ‘Hymn for Haiti’ … I went on a deep dive about the history of our Caribbean neighbors and was fascinated and heart-broken by their story … highly recommend learning about this incredible people.

What is home ? I’m not really sure … TBH, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately … I don’t have a good answer, however, the question itself is rather comforting.

[Back Home Again in] Indiana

Back home again, in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight

Still shining bright

Through the sycamores for me …

The new mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash … 

Then I long for my Indiana home …