What am I missing?
I have had this sense of nostalgia lately that I just can't pinpoint. This morning I saw a picture of a ski hill and I was suddenly swept into the pine trees with soft flakes swirling around as I watched a snow-covered valley become blanketed in thick clouds below me. And then I lamented the loss of the ski hill when I looked around at my living room.
I am missing my last house and the foothill that was behind it. If I watched very closely I could often see deer on that hill. It was such a peaceful place this time of year. I would watch the trees waking up every day, adding more and more greenery to their tan limbs. The bird's songs would get louder as the sun came up and I would bury my head in my pillow, praying for 15 more minutes of sleep... There were few things that I liked about that house, but having coffee on the deck in the Spring was probably top of my list.
If I do find the missing piece, will it fit into my current reality?
Katy from the hood.
A continually evolving description
- Katy
- Idaho
- I am just an average and ordinary person who likes to view the world through a Canon lens, listens to music constantly, reads poetry, chases two miniature tornadoes daily and spends way too much time online. I seek adventure whether it be on a rock, under the ocean or in a canyon, but sadly these pursuits have fallen to the wayside in favor of aforementioned tornadoes. I hope to one day return to the world of seeker, reader, photographer and more.
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