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 in the culture, the people, the spices that give life and food its 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.