Out of Water

Sitting by the fire.  Well, the ashes of a fire in a chimney place.  It’s cold.  It’s freezing actually.  I feel like a fish out of water.  As a Florida girl, I’ve never had to deal with this weather before.  It’s all made me so homesick.

I like calling Charleston home, but I miss my sunshine.  I miss my green pastures in the middle of February. I miss the familiar dirt roads.  I miss the palm trees peeking behind a line of pine trees. I miss the burning sunsets. I miss the sole traffic light in my hometown. I miss the two lane roads that cause a traffic jam because of the big green tractor.

Florida heartland. . .I miss you.

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