Recently, I had occasion to drive through the rolling farmland of the Palouse. It wasn't my first trip as I'd driven it any number of times and flown over it a multitude of others but I was blindsided by the feeling of 'homeness' which revealed itself that day.
My parents were born and raised in Kansas which shares a similar landscape and I've had several occasions to return there.
The last trip, untaken, was when my father asked me to accompany him to Kansas for the funeral of a distant family member shortly after my mother's death and not very long before his. Deciding I was too busy, I refused.
Some journeys don't get a second chance and some don't really deserve one. However, this one periodically yearns for another opportunity.
There's no reason for me to return now and yet there is a lonely whisper...
The original image was created on Bamboo Fun.
Sunday Scribblings offers the prompt Pilgrimage.