Sitting on the Dock of the Bay — Donna Hopkins

*Monroe Bay, Sailboats | September 2025*

I’m not sure you can ever go home. As in a do-over of childhood. Everything still remains the same. It all looks different. Big homes tower above the modest home of my childhood. The small town is full of new residents with new ways. But there is still that loneliness that won’t leave me alone. This is the place I am from but not the place where I feel at home.