I Want To Go There
Updated: Jan 5
I want to go there, to lands across oceans… lands of cyprus green air and dirt roads that cloud a memory path as you bump along on awkward bicycles with fat tires.
I want to breathe the culture, the people, the spices that give life and food it’s special flavor.
I want to peer into windows and souls and learn their story and they, mine.
I want to awaken to a morning that beckons exploration and teases my imagination like a curious child who hears the day whisper come find me… I want to play.
I want to slumber under stars and life not diffused by light, minutia, and the effortless way we task our way through its gift.
Oh, how I want to go there.