I miss you.
Something like the way birds sing in the morning, and when the sun rises up slowly into the sky. The way the light touches everything like the way my grandmother used to touch my hand. The faintest touch rejuvenated me, and I felt that deep down everything was going to be okay. The sun rejuvenates the earth each and every day. Plants and grass glisten with the dew, and for a second I can feel calmness all around me. I feel good to be alive, and I am thankful to be walking and breathing. I miss watching sunrises more than you know.