I want to fly to Japan or rest on a cruise or just somewhere near
home, but far enough to hear my own voice and the waves of the
sea.
I want to take a drive, a mystery tour, further than the city limits.
A long walk in the uncrowded woods being able to hear the wildlife.
My only companions the characters in my book, my imagination
and a stray dog looking to share my sandwich.
I want to go to the pub again.
To be and not just exist, to live life again.