homesick

September 11, 2014

The air smells so good clean wet today. 

Some might call it muggy, but this air tastes like home to me. Clouds are smeared into the sky- nothing fluffy nor majestic. 

They just sit there. Taking up half the blue- blocking it from my view- 

and that bit of blue will never be known by me. 

But that's okay, because I have my air- my sticky, humid air, 

that keeps me company today. I'm sure back home they'll have enough 

blue, enough fluff, enough dew. All will be well when I return- return 

to my home of the sticky hot air.