My last day in Florida and I am alone and I spend an hour and a half in downtown Sweetwater Park, taking off my shoes to crawl among the shore plants and gaping at the Spanish moss draped among the treetops. Gainesville is, I truly believe, one of the most beautiful cities in America.
Leaving this time was harder than it’s ever been before, and the wanting to go back is not abating. I see it in my dreams.