And there was this sunset. It illuminated the smattering of clouds in the sky with a vibrant pink. It cast an orangey hue over all it touched, creating a picturesque view on the horizon where the sun was setting.

And there was a breeze. A breeze warm yet refreshing on the warm spring evening. It been so long since I had felt anything like it. The months of winter had felt never-ending.

And there was a whole city surrounding me, waiting to be explored on this beautiful day, already undoubtedly full of happy strangers at ice cream joints getting their fill of the sweet summer treat.

And there was laughter of the students nearby, walking to and fro between buildings. Whether it was to a club meeting or simply to hang out with friends, it was not a night with the ability to be unhappy.

“And so why are you sad on such a wonderful night?”

Because I’ve been here before, in this feeling. I’ve been here at home and at grandma’s and while watching my parents play softball when I was young. It’s a nostalgia filled with longing, hoping that it won’t be long before you get to be in this feeling again.

And hopefully next time will be hand in hand with someone I love.

And hopefully next time I can go out for ice cream with friends.

And hopefully next time I will let myself breathe in this moment. Let myself lie in the grass, soaking in the sounds of a returning warmth, knowing that even if I’m not in my backyard, as long as I’m in this feeling, I am at home.