I've been too long without you

And sometimes it pierces me when I realize I can't go scrambling down into the Greenbelt outside my door, stuffing my hands in rosemary bushes and rubbing the smell on my face as I jog down Barton Skyway. To lie flat-backed on the limestone and all that. But the truth is I could never really believe it. It always felt like some strange extended vacation that I kept on waking up to, day after day for three years. Groundhog Dayesque.

And now I am very, very awake.