Missing

There are some things that you don't realize you miss until you find it necessary for you to do it again. Sometimes it doesn't even make sense for you to miss them. But I've realized in the last few weeks that I've missed hanging laundry on the line (especially sheets) and I've missed the warm humidity that turns to rain without warning and I've missed sitting on the back of a little motorcycle, holding all sorts of things balanced between me and the driver. It is odd how these things stick with you.

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