*Inarticulate-ness*

I miss New York in the spring when all the flowers bloom and the rain cleanses the city.
I miss walking around Soho aimlessly.
I miss eating out on rooftops.
I miss laughing on the streets.
I miss curling up on a couch with a bottle of nice red wine.
I miss shopping with a good friend.
I miss eating cupcakes on a park bench.
I miss the smell of freshly baked bagels.
I miss you.~