I’ve deleted and restarted this post multiple times…and I am still at a lost on where to begin. The title makes the surreal quality of this season stark, black and white, permanent. And don’t misunderstand, there is sweet anticipation coloring…
Homesick
The feeling comes out of nowhere most of the time, triggered by seemingly insignificant things like a certain food or phrase or place, but when it comes — it sweeps in like an unexpected April shower, drenching me through in seconds, leaving…
