Log Entry Eleven I think of home. (O.O.C kinda... dried tear drops dot this page in Cosi's log book) A wind, light and faint but definitely there, sweeps through Alec's platinum blonde hair. He lays back on the hill a little ways outside his family's house his eyes closed. The breeze carried the scent of spruce and fir on it as it blew through the forest behind Alec's house. His smile deepens in a peaceful way. The scene shifts as his mother comes out of the door of the house, hol