I woke up in the dark this morning to hear the welcome sound of rain. After another night of bad nightmares, it was good to hear. It's been ages since I've heard the rain. The ensuing thunder and lightning was even nice. It was 62 out and I just wanted to go out in the carport, smoke a cigarette and soak in the sound and smell of the rain. Even more so, though, I wanted to be in SB doing this. I remember her telling me, on numerous occasions, about early morning rain and storms. Every time, I so wanted to be there...........at home............with her, sipping coffee and listening to the rain in the early morning darkness. And that's exactly where my mind went this morning, especially after yesterday's activities.
During my "layover" in Columbus, I had plenty of time to surf the web. I spent a large amount of time looking at photos from SB and reading blogs and such on SB. I wanted to cry numerous times because I wanted to be there so bad. I am so drawn home. I want to be there so bad and I want to be with her so bad. I want to walk the streets all day and walk down to the waterfront and wander into a local pub for pizza at lunch and just sit at a local bar in the evening, watching a Sabres game with her. I want to taste it and feel it with her. How can longing this consuming be wrong?
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