Fluorescent Adolescent.

Sometimes Louisiana blindsides me. I just miss it, a lot.
I miss it when it's freezing in government and I just sit there, being cold, because I have nothing else to put on. I miss it when I see the drama girls, so skinny they make my heart stop. I miss it when I sit in chemistry and learn things that have zero bearing on my cares or my career. I miss it when the freshman look at my librarian skirts with distaste. I miss it when I eat cereal for dinner. I miss it when I get into my mother's car and start crying. I miss it when it seems like the entire world, the one I've been waiting for, is entirely unnecessary, because all I need to do is go back and breathe in the forest again.
It seemed simple enough to come back. I said goodbye to my crew, and I watched the other crew that had shuttled with me to Atlanta disperse.
The next day I was dancing as I walked next to Katherine, just so happy to be with her again. We were at the county fair, waiting for Anna and people-watching. I saw her coming in and started running, she saw me and did the same. We collided, impromptu flying hug, and jumped up and down and rubbed our collarbones, because flying hugs hurt. I felt right back home then.
But I should have known, it was never going to be so easy.

The running makes it easier. We go outside--autumn is here, the light it getting beautiful but it's not too chilly. We were doing strides on the football field and I stopped and stood. So green, and sky, and air, and light. How can that make me happier than anything?