Missing you

No one could have prepared me for the cabin fever of Winter.

I count down the long hours since I smelled the dirt.

I strain my eyes to look out for any sight of land in the horizon of snow.

and then wait the long hours of the winter months

eager to see earth’s beautiful face again.

I miss you.

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