Fading Fast

Israel already seems worlds away. Almost like a memory in the far recesses of my mind. An old acquaintance sent a video clip of what looked like a concert at HaYarkon. Maybe it was the slow chords of the song that tugged at my heartstrings, or simply the reality that I have in fact decided to stay in New York, but for some reason today - tonight - I miss warm sea breezes from the Mediterranean, friends to share a bottle of wine and a life story, fresh food on demand - hell, kosher food on demand! Israel, I miss you with the longing and urgency of an old lover. I want to smell your hair and hold you in my arms.