You can't reclaim what you didn't lose.

Being a child from the Midwest, I have nostalgia in my bones.  Sad and lovely longing for things that those of us from the country know can never be lost nor owned--the heaviness of the air before a summer storm, the smell of early morning dew on the grass, the pink and orange hues of July evening skies.  And love.  I know better than to try to keep anything that can leave on its own.  But there’s something 1000 miles from those old county roads that I’d like to lay claim to.  You can’t own hope but that doesn’t mean I don’t have it.