Wasn't Ready.

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I miss the mountain air that hurt my lungs
The burn in my calves from the hikes
I miss the bands who were so much fun
Getting everywhere on foot or bike

The downtown square and all it's gold
I miss the wine snobs and stuck up shops
I miss when it was freezing cold
And when it was unbearabley hot

I miss the streams and the redwood trees
The roses growing near every home
I miss that dirty brown murky creek
The quiet graveyard built with stone

I miss all of our friends a lot
So different from the few of us
I miss all the potential squats
Few of which we could trust

North Bay was my short lived home
I was only going to be gone a week
You left that place on a loan
But I wasn't ready to leave