Dear Savannah,
I miss you. I don’t want to be with you all the time. But lately, when I have to walk to work in the freezing wind and my legs haven’t seen the sun in months, I think about you. Not because of your sun, but because of your atmosphere. I loved floating under those live oaks. You made my chest shine with sweat and my hair clung to my neck. Like I said, I don’t think we’ll ever be lifetime partners. You are stagnant and too silent. But lately, I think how I’d love to lay around with you. And your azaleas.
