I grew up on the East Coast, loving the sea, Lakes, the smell of rain hitting the grass, and the smell of the rain after hitting the grass.

Sounds of trees blowing in the wind well the air was up the aroma of a spring night.

I’m in the desert now, and it’s dry brittle cracked and I can say the same for the mentality. So I dream to go back to where my love is.

Back to the salt of the sea and the smell of the leaves and the sound of the ocean crashing.