I miss Israel.

I miss the Jerusalem sky and then I remember the changing of seasons in America.
I miss the way the desert rolled past our moving bus and then I remember the way the wind rustles the leaves in schenley, causing the sun flares to dance.
I miss the feeling of content as the bus pulled up into beit meir, the sun setting gloriously and then I remember late night trips to target.
I miss my newfound friends and then I remember the old ones.
I miss camp and then I remember school.
Oh how I wish that the past, present and future could just meet up for a nice chat.
Hey then, sup now, see ya later.
Then we could all just sit still for a second with nowhere else to be but here.