Butterflies. I miss the fields full of multicolored butterflies I used to play in as a kid.

High grass used to be green in the summer, now most of it is dead and yellow.

Driving an entire day for vacation and finding just a few dead bugs on the flat places that used to be caked with their corpses.

Actually cold winters and fresh snow that stays on the ground. Ice skating for miles and miles during the day and huddling by the fire at night.

All gone, except for a few snippets here and there, barely enough to scratch the surface of the nostalgia. My kids will never know these things.

My dad once drove his car over the frozen river near our hometown. I've never even seen ice on it.

Hey, what can you say, we were overdue.