The forest continues to pull my attention away from everything else, and being that I spent the weekend with friends at their cottage getting a little taste of the outdoors, I’m now continually thinking about it.
My heart and head are still there, why aren’t I?
Reminding myself of this almost makes me cry.
I miss your tree covered hills and rocky shores.
Even the prickle in my foot from your pine needle covered floors.
My dreams are of your majestic views.
A reminder that of all other memories skews.
I miss your pristine waters and perfect sunsets.
Even now, being apart from you, leaves only regrets.
My wishes are for a trek on your narrow trails.
Reminding me that any other hike in comparison pales.
I miss your crisp morning air while watching the sunrise.
Even thinking about you make these choices ones I despise.
My heart and head long for the forest again.
A beautiful reminder that I can’t wait for then.