The chill in the air, the steam billowing from a cup of hot chocolate, the smell of the ocean and the crunch of leaves. I miss you. The way you have to go around a jug handle to make a left turn, the inlet, the houses…I miss you. The way the smell of a fire burning in someone’s fireplace, the diners, the pork roll and cheese and real pizza. I miss you.
Most of all I miss what opportunities could have been mine if I hadn’t left. But I wouldn’t have met B if I hadn’t moved. I woke up around four a.m. haunted by the memories that lingered about this place. The memories of my Grandmother, the holiday’s…the just about everything things. I admit I cried myself back to sleep. I went to her grave…cleaned it off a bit cried just a little bit more.
Everything is different but still the same. I really miss this.