#wolfoxymy

When i moved the air was different. Moving from the coast to the desert is a huge change. 

One of, if not, the main thing I miss is the wind.

I used to live in a salt-marsh land on a salty river’s tributary. When I was younger I’d take walks almost every night. And As I got older, and subsequently more scared, I walked at night less, but still walked to school bus-stops, biked and the like. 

I air was salty in the perfect way, it felt like mother nature was snuggling me up in a hug every time I lefty the house. Granted there where many days where it was unbearably stuffy, hard to breath and hot. 

So, when I left the airport after getting a ticket from my oldest sibling to keep me from being homeless vea moving cross country. My first thought was.

Where is the hug? The water in the air? The heat is still hear, painfully so, but it’s from the sun and not the air itself. 

But the air!

My first breath was deep, dry and freeing!

I could breath deeper than I ever had in my life, and I love the desert for it. I do hate the fact that I know have to drink water! It’s not just there in the air. My hands get dry, the sun hurts, and no one seems to mind??

I don’t even know how the homeless survive, this weather is so Dire. 

I digress.

I miss salt. its not just the  water i favor, it’s really the salty air, the smooth salty winds at night that would mettle the mind and free the senses.