home, i guess they say it's where the heart is, mine's certainly in australia which despite all it's problems is a hell of a great place to live if you find yourself halfway through your life with  the post twentieth century blues.
that descent into sydney as you watch the coastline at dawn, split red shift on the horizon, the golden dawn indeed. see those misty snakes serpentine haze, winding along inland, like some whispy nervous system, that's just the fog over the river systems, it's looks organic, like some ancient tendriled creature. from up here it looks magical. 
ships and boats scattered across the coastline, looking like lost fragments, waves undulate in perfect sets, crisp green waterline as the surf hit's the pristine beach.
the valleys are lush concealed in a lake of mist as treetops push through, and the hills come rising out of dense bushland, like some prehistoric age. there's a few towns, empty roads, no cars visible, the plane banks to the left and my window is drenched in sunlight. later i see the beginnings of the city, familiar landmarks, the harbour bridge linking the land, the opera house like some weird birthday cake, those city monuments just surrounded by wilderness encroaching from all sides, we swoop down ready to land.
it's easy to be struck by the aboriginality of the land, it all makes sense from up here, the red yellow black flag, the dots and lines in the art, the landscape can't be escaped, it's embedded in the conciousness, not the unconscious. 
it's in my blood now, australia, separated from the rest of the world, completely unique, evolution occurred at a totally different process here, there's no place like it, home.