morning chill creeping through my socks into my wild heart.
I miss the feeling of the eagerness. To wake up and wonder what kind of adventure is waiting today.
I miss the feeling of that simple contentment from looking up to the sky and see the cotton trees blooming.
I miss the feeling of optimistic hope. To feel, to really feel and to believe, to really believe.
I miss the feeling of the anticipation. Of careless action and a sudden trip, just because.
I miss the feeling of that ocean smell filling my lungs.
Nostalgia is such a bitter-sweet feeling, don't you think?