I miss being on the road. The clarity of thought that comes when the distractions of Home are far away.

The summertime heat of the city and the bitter taste of strong coffee to fuel a long day of walking.

Rain in the North, the mist rolling in off the water and up the cliffs to the cemetery.

Nights when the sun didn't set until 11, sitting outside in a cafe in a city dating back to the dark ages.

La Mer in the South, the bluest water and clearest sky I'd ever seen.

I miss our bus too, the Ebenbeck with its crazy German driver.

I mostly miss the newness of it all. The constant movement. The feeling of peace. The feeling that it has, despite everything, been a pretty good year.