We’ve been home for a month now. I find myself dreaming of open roads, nights with nothing to do, so you sit in silence next to your best friend that you just told you would do this forever with. I dream of mornings that are slow. I think of Kai chasing crickets through the fields that sway in the easy wind. I think of all of our laughs, our memories and the next trip. I have this taste for this…
Back home.
Posted on August 31, 2016
