When You Come Back Down

Some days just bring you down. I guess that's okay, you have to have bad days to have good ones. I thank God for my mom, great friends, warm coffee, sleep, warm clothes on windy days, the falling leaves. Sometimes the stress and frustration needs to be forgotten and left behind, but when is that going to happen when you have so much on your plate. There are so many things that demand your time. I just miss those days when you are worry free, when a smile is not far from spearing across your face. I miss home, I miss sleeping in and waking up and hearing familiar noises and smells. I miss a lot. You never realize how much you miss until you are gone, and then it's to late.