I had the feeling, 
Like once you get home, 
From a flight or a vacation.
I missed this.
But I've been here the whole time..
Now I watch out my open-wide 13th floor window..
Taking it all in. 
The feeling of home.. 
The senses of surroundings-
All in one.
The air moist and cool as it carresses my face.
The wind, warm and comforting like a summers breeze.
Yet the smell is fresh, slightly of pine and mint.
Perfectly cut grass surrounds the smooth, dark, pavemented roads. 
City lights and holiday decora brighten up the vista. 
On the edge, the skylines shimmer with life,
Pointing up to the navy fogged space.
The moon, nowhere in sight. 
If you listened closer, you could hear the crickets songs..
Sleek cars pass by, overpowering the no-beat melodies with their traction, while mimicking the streetlights above.
Sounds of silence, and some of metropolis. 
Fly with freedom,
I could sit here all night, 
Let my legs hang out through transparacy,
Grasping on to a bar,
As if I were on the front row cart of a stopped rollercoaster.