He stood in a field of tall, yellow grass that stretched on for miles in front of him. Clouds chased each other across the cornflower blue sky and left shadows against the fields. The earth and the grass smelled hot and dry. It could have been late summer; everything waiting for a thunderstorm to roll through and soak the grass before it caught fire.
He pivoted slowly, looking for something to tell him where he was. Far off in the distance, to his right, was the yellow house he had shared with Lori. Beyond that was the swell of the Rockies, the forests he knew would be dark and close and safe.
He was home.
From my Nano project.