My feet haven’t touched grass since September. Heck, until yesterday even my shoes hadn’t touched grass since December sometime.
My skin hasn’t felt the cool pool, nor have my toes touched sand, since August.
I haven’t been married for over a year.
I haven’t worked from my office in 729 days. Exactly.
I haven’t eaten banana pudding since 2013. It was in West Virginia. I went back for seconds, then thirds.
I haven’t been pregnant, fat and proud and full of hormones, since 2012. My hair was curly from the hormones. I emobodied anticipation itself.
My kitchen hasn’t smelled of green chile stew since 1998.
It’s been 44 years since my first day of kindergarten, and here I am still in school every year since.