Friday, March 15, 2013

Rainy Days

Rainy days and the aroma of fresh bread remind me the most of the city of my birth, the city that I said goodbye to nearly 8 years ago. It's time I went home for a visit. Glasgow, I'm coming home for the weekend. Will she be waiting for me still? I miss her flaxen hair and the smile that made me smile. Tomorrow I want to be waking up in my old room and my old bed. Fingers crossed.

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