Missing Home

It's days like these that make me miss home.  The smell of wet asphalt and drips of rain on my nose.  The birds quiet within the nests.  I remember bundling up before playing out side.  It seemed to be more quiet and peaceful.  The grass was squishy and the air was so fresh.  Every breath was rejuvenating.  I would walk home from school deep in thought.  Then, returning home I would cozy up on the couch and watch the rain fall.  The trees perking up from a yummy fresh gulp of water.  Nothing beats it.  I miss you Seattle...I miss you everyday!