I got to the middle of the Kimbercote labyrinth and paused.

The words spiralling in my head silenced and I looked down at the stone in the middle, the one that with each step I'd been weaving towards, even as my direction seemed to head away, and felt I had arrived.

It had chipped in spots and I pocketed a couple of the resulting jaged rocks. Wanting to leave something of myself behind, I reached into my pocket. My change purse. A Canadian penny. So perfect. A maple leaf. The currency of my homeland.

I placed it in the centre, grounded myself, and spiralled back towards the outside.

I am officially back.

It feels good to be home.