My Wish...

Do you ever wish for the stars? That you could lie beneath the star-dotted sky forever, alone except for your thoughts, in a big grassy meadow? I do- thought about it today, too. How nice would that be, seriously? To just... be? (Does that sound too corney for anyone's taste? Oh, well, I'm leaving it.)

I have decided that I will add this to my unwritten list of things to do before I die. I don't have very much on the list yet as I just decided to create it now. It'll grow, in time, I'm sure. I'm looking forward to it.

The soft sounds of cicades in the distance, the swish of the tall grass and the heavy smell of the flowers pressing in on me, almost overloading my senses- but nothing is making me feel confined- only free, totally and absolutely free. The moon will be full, or new, or in some degree of a crescent- it won't matter, because if the moon doesn't light up the land gently, then the stars will in it's stead. I want to not know what time it is, only that it's late, and that it's dark. Dark enough to see the stars and all the constellations that hold them together in the human mind, in my mind.

Perfect.