My Island In The Sun

Wed, 10/12/2016 - 21:24 -- adyj

The island I wasn't born on felt more like my home then my own house.

The crisp island breeze against my hot sun kissed skin felt refreshing.

I impatiently wait for the moment I can go back. Back to the bumpy roads and tall palm trees.

Where the thin, unpolluted air fills your lungs.

I long for the endless nights filled with bright stars and nostalgic childhood memories.

I crave the loud music and long road trips.

I miss the cool waves against my back and the sand between my toes.

Most of all I yearn for the carless life and freedom the island gives me.

My home away from home.

 

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