I was in Sweden, craving hash browns from McDonald’s —my favorite. They didn’t have them. No iced lattes. No oat milk. We drove away. And somehow, it made me miss everything I didn’t realize I missed. I miss hash browns from a yellow and red clown. Getting hungry with food already dished, fruit chopped, gas tanks filled. Takeaway from anywhere Tex-Mex, lunch specials, early birds. Fancy flip-flops, chilly sweaters. Every day was a pool day. I miss the weather, chatting about