I miss your sunshine and humidity. i miss the damp, sweet smell of the shallow waters of Yanaguana. i sometimes imagine myself drifting down stream on a bed of bluejay feathers and wildflowers while cicadas compose a sweet, summer symphony. i want to sweat from the heat of the sun. till my body is baked golden brown. i want to clamor on the hays street bridge that overlooks the city and watch the sky fade from mid-day to a dusty pink.
the city that haunts me is also the city that knows me.