To myself : where did the magic go?

I have a 4 hour commute almost every weekday this summer. As I take the bus to and fro, I feel a sense of contentment, as Most the time I’d spend staring up out the window at the familiar yet foreign landscape around me. It’d been a year since I’d lived here, having gone away for college. I’d grown up in this place, and yet the smell of the ocean, the gulls flying over a beautiful turquoise sea…