Hello, spring. I’ve missed you, since I hate running during winter. Even running in the rain feels good again, as much as I dislike it. I’m starting to get back into my running routine again and damn, does it feel good ;) 

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Home is where I can feel the sand beneath my toes. Where it gets aggravating to get every brown grain off your skin, but its the little things we seem to forget about. Home is the smell after you come home from swimming all day long in the sparkling blue ocean. That certain scent you have from left-over sunscreen. Home is the long cool nights spent staying up late without a care in the world. The breeze that floats past you from the palm trees. The freshly caramelized skin. Home is being able to relax and just breath. To be calm in all your surroundings. All the beautiful surroundings. Home is the scorching sun. 

& when you are far away and nowhere within reach, all I can do is share my memories. How I wish I could be there again. Like old times. & its the little things that bring me back to you each time; the smell, the feel, the atmosphere.
I miss you. I miss my home.  

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