I miss the feeling of change.
I miss slow-motion kaleidoscope landscapes.
I miss visible transformation that reassures me the way of things is to transform, to change.
I miss returnings. Returning to winter coats, returning to sundresses. Returning to coziness, returning to lazy, sun-drenched beaches, returning to cool, brisk jogs. The familiar that becomes new again and again and again.
I miss reminders of death that include the promise of rebirth.
I miss the looking forward to.
I miss low-stakes new beginnings.
I miss the marking of big time that guards against complacency.
Hell, I miss not sweating year-round. Hawai’i seasonal change leaves a lot to be desired for this highly-sensitive, change-enamored heart.