Twighlight Reflection
As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I had a strange scene occupy my mind. It was basically a potato field in late summer, part of which was dug and part remained to be harvested. I could see the tire tracks of the tractor, digger and trucks. I could practically feel the freshly dug earth sinking under my step. Without getting overly sentimental, I think you know what I mean.
Anyway, at that moment it really hit me how far I am from all of that.
My thoughts at the moment: >:(
Anyway, at that moment it really hit me how far I am from all of that.
My thoughts at the moment: >:(
posted by Unknown at
5:48 PM
4 Comments:
awwww...you miss home a little, huh? i don't blame you a bit and we (at home) miss you, too. it's high summer here in the watermelon capital...smells like irrigation water and really HOT air! :))
Yes, the thing about nostalgia is that I can forget all the bad stuff. :)
WATERMELON!
The average temperature here for the last 3 weeks has been 107.
Also, you are lonely. So lonely.
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