Alaska
there are all these pieces that i miss of alaska, these faces and hearts and hands and i sit here hundreds of miles away writing and wishing and wanting instead of calling and connecting and conversing.
i walked outside today and could smell sour wet grass which instantly made me think of spring and melting snow, faded brown vegetation, and grumpy grizzly bears. it reminded me of the things i will never see during a seattle april/may/june.
nostalgia is so deceiving. i have to remember that reality is harder, sharper than the sepia-colored memories i carry with me.
i walked outside today and could smell sour wet grass which instantly made me think of spring and melting snow, faded brown vegetation, and grumpy grizzly bears. it reminded me of the things i will never see during a seattle april/may/june.
nostalgia is so deceiving. i have to remember that reality is harder, sharper than the sepia-colored memories i carry with me.