The Meaning of Home

I see a flower blooming in my room like a fish going up and up the rushing stream, also like a piece of grass blowing with the swirling wind. I feel like a flower blooming in the sunlight and getting blown by the swirling wind at home. I smell a scent as unique as earth, like good or bad traffic. The world is filled with unique smells everywhere. I taste a good thing or bad no matter what, I will taste a new taste every day. How baking and crackle taste can there be at home. I hear the sound of husling and the zooming wind. I hear the grass blowing with the wind Even I know I am inside or out and I will always hear sounds everywhere.