A time I love is when summer walks are taking us places away from our own home and habits. I love my own home, but I can forget the old Sarah who is often boring and become Sarah who lives in another house we pass. This new Sarah might be older and be a great harpist who hosts tea parties. In part of my town walk, new Sarah is a younger naughty kid who roams through parks performing daring tricks on her bicycle. A speedy red car may take her to meet friends for swimming and a barbecue.
But as we return, my home sweet home looks pleased with the real Sarah.