The one thing I miss the most about Georgia are the dark nights in the pines. There was a time when I was staying with my best friend, right before I moved, and every night was calm and quiet out in the farmlands, and each night I would and sit at the edge of his pond....

Even now, I can close my eyes and see the water stretching out before me, just cutting down from the drop off of the clay shore, nestled before me like painting-in-waiting. Sometimes I dream about it, and I keep wondering when I'll ever see it again. It will come... but it's the waiting that will make it worth it.