Today I have pangs of homesickness like I've never known before. It seems to come in waves - sometimes I don't even think about it but sometimes. But this morning I got to looking at pictures of the Blue Ridge Parkway, Crowder's Mountain and Linville Gorge. My old stomping grounds. I miss the beauty that goes on forever and having to remind myself to watch the road instead of the scenery. It made me want to get out and go for a brisk early spring hike. But then I remembered it's 20 degrees outside. I wish I had a month to live in the south again. In sweet, sweet N.C. to soak it all in and savor my last time there. When I left, I thought surely I'd be back again. But now, there's nobody there I know and no reason to make the trek. Maybe someday I'll go back and hike up that hellish gravel road that leads to the most beautiful view that Crowder's has. I miss it. I miss it a lot.

I don't have much to say. Just that.