i long for this vacation.. in two days. i long.. for wooden porch swings.. and white haze floating atop icy-cold Smoky Mountain peaks. i am unsettled, dashed to a thousand pieces by constant blunder and crime. i long for a long stroll down dense forest paths in search of some little knoll where i may perch with my notebook and capture a few moments of perfection in god’s creation. i long to soak my tired mind and weary body in a old marble hottub … and just sit. i long to feel the wind on my face.. in silent abandonment. the mountain breeze caressing my sleepy face. i want.. to just sit and watch a glorious sunrise over the mountains. with a chipped enamel coffee mug in my chilly fingers and a warm fleece banket around my shoulders. i want to just live for a few days. with no expectations or obligations.
