Beaming rays of sun followed by random strikes of rain attack the front deck of my concrete home. I see everything from my deck, my city, my beach, my ocean, my mountain, and the many places that are to unrecognizable from a distance. I explore the stars, I light a flame, I smell the grilling steaks when its BBQ time. My deck sees me at my worst and applauds me at my best. Sometimes I can see for miles, sometimes I can barely make out the next house down the road and sometimes I’m on top of the clouds. I miss sitting on the outdoor couch and thinking in every type of weather, and then being able to not have to think because the beauty of what I can see around me takes over my mind. I miss the warmth of the fire and the warm colour of light from the ceilings. I miss the sound of the engines roaring in the garage.
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