
I like to soak my feet in warm sand,
But I miss the soft grass.
I like the sun’s passionate kisses on my skin in the summer,
But I miss the rain.
I like to climb steep mountains,
But I miss biking on smooth rustic roads.
I’m mesmerized by a spellbound ocean,
But I miss the lake.
I yearn for feathery snow and frosty flowers on a Christmas morning window,
But I dislike the cold.
I miss the scent of pines, rustling leaves, symphonies of the birds, and glowing campfires,
But I do not miss the fucking mosquitoes!
These vicious, blood-sucking creatures kill all the fun, yet make it unforgettable!
I miss home…
But where is home?
Home is where my heart beats in sync with yours,
In the whispers of the wind, I seek your name.
Where are you?
