An old photo. A perfect sunset. A ways away. A different time. Sometimes I miss my hometown. I miss her especially when I see photos like this.
“..For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honoured of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers; Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met..”