makes it hard sometimes
to be
where i am...
i thought when i came back from italy, i hadn't caught the travelling bug...
but...turns out. nothing opens my mind like open spaces and unknown places.
when i rolled down my window and let the beautiful summer night air in the car.
and i looked over at william,
said i felt needy.
needy for what, he asked.
for affection mostly, i said.
and then he smiled, touched my leg.
but beyond that...
i felt a stronger breeze come in the car,
a wind that sort of electrified my skin and made me feel all warm and fuzzy on my right arm.
my dad.
gave me my first hug since he died.
and it's the best hug i've had in the longest time.