I want to be any of these places. Anywhere but here. Sitting in an office stewing with thoughts of what could happen, what we want to happen, how I could make it happen, what I should do to prepare. I will just trust where my God leads, He loves.
And I love these places (and this person). And want to run, bike, walk, drift to them. I want to lay in that grass, pour my heart onto paper, bronze in that sun on that sand, lullaby of the sea in the background, capture the memories attached to the roads, the trees, fences, hills, and signposts of these.