Fresh Air

As I sat in the back of an old Toyota truck I stared out the back window watching the snow twirl and spin like fog/mist being disturbed, having a hand rush through it. I love that. Its one of my favorite things about winter and fall- when the snow and leaves spiral in the gust.
As I looked out the window I felt I had been there before. Not that I literally had been there but felt so familiar with it all. I felt that is where I loved to be. With the suns' warm glaze on my face. I felt comfortable…
Like a long awaited exhale.
Enjoying the moment I blinked and realized we would keep on going.
Wait! Stop! I want to stay here!...
I watched as that place of so much familiar-ness escaped my view trailing along with it, a snow covered road. I guess at that point I realized that where I had been was a wonderful place but I can’t control that the scenery has now changed. So I accept it.