Longing for…

Driving down a quiet country road.
The smell of soil
and tomato plants.
No sirens, electronics,
or voices other than the ones I love.
Babies.
Laughing.
A place to swim.
Feeling healthy
and sane
and normal sized.
Friends.
A world not revolving around a job.
Peach trees.
Freshly mowed grass.
The smell of hay.
Trees.
Sunsets.
Toes squishing in the damp earth.
Exploring.
Being happy.
Healing.
The last tear falling.
Returning to living again.

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