The recent malaise in Boulder – it’s been a few days without sun and lots of rain – has made me a bit homesick. It’s not the kind of homesick that makes me want to return or even look into scheduling a visit. Rather, it’s the kind of homesick that causes you to see the silhouettes of your past in the window. It’s a longing for something that doesn’t exist – like trying to catch a glimpse of thunder or hear that bolt of lighting.

I’ve been looking back through my Flickr Photostream to see things. It’s weird to look at some of these pictures. The dreary scenery of Syracuse reminds me of the reasons I decided to escape – yet there is an affinity there that I can’t quite place. I guess that just makes it home – even if I no longer have many friends and no family there.