I can’t quite place my finger on it. It’s a touch from some distant, long-time lover come back after a long hiatus. The sweet caresses of a lover’s lips upon the skin. It is the sun radiating off the morning dew upon my once playground. It is the cool breeze after a long day of work. The scent of impending rain. It is the choir of children on Christmas Eve. The laughter of a Halloween night. I know this feeling coursing through my veins. Born to Run I was a child once,  hard to believe. I remember being smaller, needing help, seeing the world in front of me and knowing that someday I’ll be a part in it. My childhood was a music video for a Stina…