I remember the warm sweaty nights and the long hungry days.
I remember the busy early mornings, the lazy afternoons, and the restless evenings.
I remember the prayers, the good intentions, the virtues and my sins. And the hope for forgiveness.
I remember the desire to grasp purpose, and to embrace it.
I remember longing for a glimpse of my desire. A reason for my joy.
I remember the brief hellos and long goodbyes.