Dear City,
I still miss you. Sometimes to the point of aching. I miss the buzz and the hum most of all. You have a breath and a life and a mind of your own. Your personality is both endearing and infuriating. But you already knew that, didn't you?
Please take care of all of the people I care about who are still with you. I miss them too.
You can keep your blasted humidity though. I don't miss that one bit.
xoxo,
Sara
