I miss you, artistic storyteller in Paris and am disappointed that I wasn't able to make the trip over there this time.
I miss you, kindred spirit in North Carolina and wonder when it is I'll see you again and recover part of myself that I never knew was missing until you moved away.
I miss you, adventurous sprite in the Pacific Northwest who always brings out the beastmode in me, never stopping or letting me quit.
I miss you, friends and stand-in family I've left in Houston and neglected to visit since I was there almost two (!!) years ago. What was I afraid that I would rediscover on returning?
For one who prides herself on efficiency and working smart, here I've been the entire time trying to manufacture the same environment and atmosphere by myself from the safety of my own apartment. Safety being the optimal word. The bonfire of people is out there. The people, My People, are dancing, singing, telling stories, and creating and destroying all at the same time. And they are waiting for me.
Don't forget to enter the haiku contest! We've got a slew of great entries already and are waiting on yours!