There are things I miss from my childhood on my home island up north, and it usually revolves around nature and seasons, like the perfect polarity of black skies and white ground in winter, and now in spring; the breaking of the ice on the strait, and the ground frost kissing the old dirt roads good bye.
A bit of a pretentious knobhead with thoughts too big for his head and a need to get them out to leave room for other things.