Departing

It's hard for me to actually admit that I will actually miss Florida as tomorrow's flight from this place of my upbringing will seemingly pull me from it for a longer period of time that I would have ever imagined possible. That is to say, I might not be back for a long time coming. That doesn't surprise me in the least. What is surprising is the little twinge of nostalgia that has grown over the past couple of weeks. My friends will always hear me be the first to put Florida down, and I still would probably do that. But the calming ocean breezes in the evening have planted that sparkle of hope for returning to a place that was never mine.

The other day, as the sky deepened into it's night clothing of dark terror, the clouded sky shrouding the moonrise, the alternating warm and chilly breezes showed me the Florida that I hadn't taken the time to notice. As is likely to happen with these late revelations, there sprang the immediate want and need to see more of the beach. Maybe in my suppression of these desires can I come to appreciate it even more, but the flood will break loose eventually, not even the mightiest dams of will-power can cave in true desire.