Home where my thought's escaping

Where is home for you? is it your parents old house? scene of many a happy memory from much earlier days? is it your house now? with your kids? is it a room in that house? a tree house back at the parents? a crag on some windsept hill somwhere? a quarry with damp green holds?

To me home isnt a place, its a feeling. I feel home when im at my parents, its comforting, soft, easy, I feel safer than anywhere else. But I also feel this in the Lakes, or on pretty much any high hill, I feel its where I should be, I feel strangely in control, despite the overwhelming power of the elements around me.

Home isnt where I late my hat, its where I tread my soles, where I find my peace and my being.