I want to be away from here. I want a scooter to be my car. I want to walk around barefoot. I want shadows of trees and leaves mark the road. I want dogs napping against paint peeled walls. I want a sun so hot my freckles glow. I want old men sitting in groups, hands resting on knees, skin on their faces succumbed to gravity. I want quiet afternoons, the reeling of bike wheels audible. I want all shades of green. I want stone paved small alleys that lead to mysterious places. I want hundreds years old buildings, houses, temples… I want 5 minute rain storms throughout the day. I want a beach within walking distance. I want to watch hermit crabs scurry on hot sand. I want to smell the sea, hear the waves at night. I want to befriend a fortune teller, a medicine woman, a child, a cat, a dog, a baker, a wine maker, a grandmother… I want to collect stones, garden, visit art galleries, write, write, write, write, paint, sing, dance, walk miles on in the rain, cook big meals for neighbors, friends and family and eat outside, wake up to someone and smile, pick up kids and plant kisses on their cheeks, watch stars, sunrise, sunset, thunder bolts against dark blue sky…