i moved to a much warmer climate.
it's around the time it'd be snowing at home.
i can close my eyes and smell the cold air.
i can see myself standing in my driveway.
i can picture the lights hanging on my cousins' house, even though it isn't near christmas.
i can see the green sign in rylee's yard.
i miss home.
i miss winter.
i miss the snow.
god, i hate snow.
i love the snow.
i love the memories of it.
but fuck, i hate the snow.
