Second quarter

It's April. Meaning a quarter of the year has gone by. 

I miss December(s).

I miss going to places I've never been.

I miss excitement and anticipation. 

I miss feeling my heart race, fumbling with my camera, kneeling on the ground to get a good angle.

I miss the cold and bald trees. 

I miss waking up in unfamiliar rooms, breakfast that I'll probably never have again.