Missing Things

I never miss my old state, town, or condo, but I miss the ocean. Being near the woods is great, but not the same. I can almost pretend, though, on a cold and snowy day, that I’m still near the ocean.

I like to be out there when the weather is bad. It’s not too hot. You’re not expecting to see sun, so if it peeps out for a moment, your heart leaps with joy. The precipitation simultaneously cleanses the air while bringing out the natural smells of dirt and leaves. There is no one else there but you, no one to disturb you. The only manmade sound is the very distant drone of cars on the highways. The only other noises I hear are the snow settling on the ground, birds chirping, leaves rasping in the wind, animals scurrying, and the sound of my own breath as I watch the snow waves break on the tree shores.

Now I miss not just the ocean but also the snowy woods!

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