I miss the water.
The same way I miss being a young girl.
The same way I miss leaning into my friend.
The same way I miss that time that was hard, but it really wasn’t.
I miss it the same way I long for my tiny hairs to stand up from the energy of the warmth and balminess of our skin touching.
I miss the buoyancy, I miss the sun.
I miss being carried away, light as a feather, across the depth, weight, and mystery.

And at the pace of a bear or a butterfly, I will not sit and wait, but rather, I will seek and find the things that are facing me.