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.