.Spring.

I walked outside tonight around 7pm – the sun was starting to set and the air was still warm. However instead of enjoying this, I was fighting back tears. It’s spring. But I don’t smell honeysuckle.

Mikell and I have been in El Paso for a little more than 8 months but this changing of the seasons has made me miss Georgia...has made me miss home.

I won’t smell honeysuckle this year. I won’t sit on the porch at Jim Shaw’s and eat oyters and drink beer. I won’t see Cherry Blossom trees or go to the festival. There won’t be green kudzu covering brick walls and railroad tracks. No wisteria will hang outside my window. I won’t sit outside Gallery Espresso overlooking a square in Savannah and drink iced coffee. Mikell and I won’t go to church then lay in Forsyth Park all afternoon and play catch. We won’t walk down Broughton street. I won’t get sweet tea from Nu-Way then lay out with my sister. There won't be April showers nor May flowers....