August 22nd 2019

I’ve found myself sitting on the front porch a lot recently, which is something I was never really able to do in Florida.. Both because we didn’t have one, and because it would have been too hot even if we did have one.

But it’s nice and cool out here right now. Its 8:18pm, and I got to see the color of the clouds when the sun was going down. I’m just out here alone, listening to Voivod, and, well.. Thinking about you.

Do you remember, a couple months ago, you told me that you wished I was there? I didn’t tell you at the time, but it made me happy. Really, really happy. It was the first time you’ve ever really said something like that to me, and I still think about it, all the time.. And you. I think about you all the time, too. Even if I try to distract myself from it, you’re always in my mind.

Even this late, the cicadas are still noisy, and I can hear them over my music. The first night we were here, I saw lightning bugs again for the first time in.. seven years? Eight years? I can’t remember.. We left Kentucky a long time ago, and that was when I saw them last. I forgot how nice it was to be outside and see them light up. Its getting to be around the time when they come out.

Its getting dark, now.

I wish you were here.