“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
― Gary Snyder
I miss Victoria, the city.
I miss how everything was fresh with a hint of morning dew and lingering raindrops
I miss the beaches that overlooked an unending blue
I miss the still night sky, stars winking, wrapped in a black blanket
I miss the deer strutting on the pavement
So unnaturally natural
I miss the spiking joy of spotting a wandering bunny
I miss the swirl of hot colours spoiling the ocean as the sun slipped away
I miss being at mile zero
The beginning and the end
The hushed race
The tranquil being
I miss it all
I invite you to assay too, is there a place that you miss dearly?