I miss exploring Dressing up in combat boots Fatigues and thermal wear Crossing streams on a rope Falling in and soaking wet Flying a single at a 1000 feet Knowing always true north The smell of morning in the clouds Nestled next to a campfire But I think most of all I miss your smile Your refusal to rest Hiding your Nodose from you Laughing at your lack of tidiness These I wish were present When in my dreams you visit