wanderlust: take me away

 i want to sit in the middle of a field while it rains and watch the clouds.

 i want to sleep all day and only get up to make irish coffee and turn on a film to fall back asleep to.

 i want to sing for an hour or more in an empty theatre.

 i want to hold your hand while we stroll down city streets neither of us know.

 i want to drive aimlessly and only stop when i'm too tired to drive. then stay the night at some cheapish hotel in whatever random city i've ended up in.

 i want a take-out feast of whatever brilliant hole-in-the-wall take-out joints are within 5 miles. a random assortment of appetizers and dishes to share and discover and enjoy.

 i want to float on an tube in the middle of a lake, letting the waves carry me out as far as they like.

 i want to ride on a speedboat, feeling the spray on my face and the wind in my hair.

 i want to pick berries and eat them off the vine. bite into a tomato like an apple.

 i want a challenge to sink my teeth and my nails and my soul into.

 i want to run away for a week and not tell anyone where i've gone. disconnect and just explore new places.

 i want to wake up excited about the job i'm headed to do each day.

 i want to breathe easy for more than one day in a row.