Homecoming
The all too familiar experience shared by expats as they step out of the airport into the Motherland's arms. The intoxicatingly familiar scent Wafting through the air-- Spices, antiquity, progress, poverty, And a hint of of putrid sweetness. The world is a blurry sweep of colours, motion, and the voids in between. I take in a lungful of this carbon lined breath. Oh, how I have missed this daily dose of pollution; Oh how I have suffocated in that clean foreign air.