I miss being able to lie out on the green grass without worry. What I wouldn’t give for a summer camp out with my brothers and Mother Nature, with the mountains enveloping us with their beauty, and the rivers softly speaking to us as we cast. I miss being free. I miss feeling like everything is going to be alright again. The songs of the cicadas and tree frogs will always be a part of my soul, being able to move it in special ways. The lightning bugs used to dance in the air, and I would often sit and watch as a kid, I still would now if given the chance. What I wouldn’t give to be able to see my family again. My life is full of good things always; at least I can count the stars…
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