Send me pictures while you are away.
Of all this nature you long to return to. Of the things that make you miss the city.
Show me the dirt you grew from,
your well-trod paths,
the back alleys frequented in your youth.
Your most familiar patch of sunlight.
I’d venture to guess that you have your
initials carved into a tree somewhere.
You said your favorite color is green,
show me the precise shade you were imagining.
Alessandra Ranelli 
Give me validation.