Things to do

I want to drink an ice cold glass bottle of orange soda that I get out of the cooler in a country bar.

I want to run on a trail for hours until I am completely physically spent.

I want to sit on the beach and watch the ocean roll and crash - all day until it's too dark to see my hand in front of my face.

I want to have nothing to do for an entire day.

I want to rent a cottage overlooking water and spend three days reading, eating really great cheese and fresh bread, under a pile of blankets and pillows.

I want to drive and drive and drive until I run out of gas, or come to an impassable border, or I arrive at the sea.

I want to marinate in a warm pool of water, with the ability to breathe under water, just hovering for hours.

I want to disappear in a writer's retreat for six weeks and write an entire chapbook of poems.

I want to laze on a mountain river, watching Dean fly fish up and down the bank all morning.

I want to dissolve for just a little while.