longing

by barn owl

status: HOMESICK

I miss home. To feel the warm dry winds in my hair, to feel the dust and silt between my toes as I hike up sandstone peaks, to watch the sun rise and set along the mountain ridge. Fuck me, gods above I miss it. I yearn to climb my way to the top and rip off my clothes to feel the breeze dance across my skin, to look far into the mountains hidden behind home, dimly lit by moonlight, yet stretching as far as the eye can see.