Day 17: Something you miss.

 I am little bit homesick right now. My college back at home is having its homecoming weekend, and nearly everybody I know is there celebrating. I miss going to a sold-out hockey game in the downtown where the blue seats are filled out by orange. I miss hearing people chant "goalie you suck!" or singing "We Will Rock You".

I miss the feeling of excitement from everybody being together for the game. I miss when we bleed orange and brown. More than anything else, I miss the smell of fall that comes with the memory of homecoming weekend.

I miss fall. Here, in Texas, there is a slightly cooler temperature. Cool enough for me to wear pants for a couple hours without feeling gross in my sweat. I miss the smell of crisp leaves and smell of warm apple cider. The smell of leaves always remind me of my memories of jumping into huge piles of fallen leaves. I miss the feeling of crunching of leaves under me. I lived near river, I miss seeing changing colors by the river. The bright colors being reflected by the river with fall sky covered with heavy grey clouds, my favorite kind of weather.

I miss that sharp bite of cold air in mornings, an early sign of a bitter winter coming. I miss the fog that usually settle down in mornings too... The air is still warm enough for fog but becoming colder as days go by.

The cozy feeling under my blanket as gray clouds start to cover the sky more often with the threat of cold rain. I miss the warm lights from lamps that are turned on during nights. I miss laying against cold wall and window as I sleep in my bed. I miss having my cat coming to me to say good night then curl up in her chair across my bed.

I miss my childhood home.