In my head I can smell it, feel the grass between my toes, feel the humidity hugging my skin. And sadly that's as close as I'm going to get right now. So as this El Paso sun sucks all the moisture from my skin and bleaches my hair you can rest assured in my mind I'm frolicking in the woods and dipping my toes in cool streams.
Although one of the perks of dreaming of home as opposed to being there is the fact I can leave the mosquitoes far, far away. El Paso does have that in it's favor.