I miss being on the road. I miss waking up early and gearing up for a hot, hefty hike in the desert and the sweet, cooling popsicle breakfasts. I miss the coffee and paleo bowls at noon, rewarding the morning adventure that needed no further reward.

I miss the newness of seeing the view from this peak or that peak and the heavy breaths of fellow trail-walkers. I miss the warm evenings with Colorado beers and mountains in view. I miss being utterly exhausted from sun and exploration.

I miss the air, the green. The rocks.
I miss knowing the next day I get to do the same thing and being just as excited and fulfilled.