Somber Nights

Insignificance. Sitting in a 757 staring down on the thousands of lights that make up Minneapolis, that word comes to mind.

Yearning. The days I long for can't come soon enough, but once here will never last long enough.

Excitement. Though subtle and small it's exciting, the return home is overdue and needed.

Exuberance. The feeling can only come from the familiarity of home and one's own bed.

Deliriously Happy. Love.

Have a nice summer!

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