Surrounded By Familiar Faces

I have missed everything about my home town; the house, the tree in front of the house that blocked my sister’s view from the neighbors house, the small lavender flowers that bloomed every spring and floated to the ground every “winter”, the large pool in the back of the house that was an guilty pleasure of mine in the summer, the various rocks surronding the pool, the square window that brought the sunlight in the morning and the moonlight in the night, but most of all, my friends.