It is a combination of things.
The eucalyptus, the stars, and the cold breeze.
The sound of unhappy goats and cheerful bees.
The smell of coffee and fried egg that appease.
And the picture of you.
And the strange warmth muffling in this chilly night.
And the bullshit about closeness has nothing to do with distance.
Oh, how should I explain?
I miss you insane.
As simple as that.