There’s a wish I have.
Have had it in a long time.
Too long.
I want to walk down a long meandering road that has draped
itself in the heart of snow clad mountains.
I want to see those endless colourful meadows of wildflowers
that stretch as endlessly as an ocean.
I want to be mesmerized by the army of tall, tall conifers
that tower magnificently in those far off horizons.
I want the pleasant breeze to whip through my hair, and kiss
my flushed cheeks.
I want to run my hands through the icy cold waters of a
laughing rush.
I want to be there when the first pure snows touch the
green, green grass.
I want to trudge down a mountain road and gasp at the
inexplicable beauty along the way.
I want to see those small clusters of houses in the heart of
unexplored valleys.
I want that soothing silence to sing to my heart.
I want my mind to play my favourite song as I walk in this
moment.
I want to lose track of time as I walk down the pretty lanes
of an unknown town.
I want to get to know myself, spend time with myself and
enjoy my own company.
I want to sleep below a sky of stars at night.
I want to have a conversation with the sea one calm evening.
I want to walk amidst a crowd of seagulls.
I want to run through a yellow field.
I want to stroll through quiet woods with tall trees with
the sunlight filtering in through the laced curtain of thin leaves.
I want to see the clouds float in front of my eyes as I
stand on a mountain peak.
I want to sit in a balcony one quiet evening.
I want to walk down one beautiful, long, long, so long
flight of stairs.
I want to have a hopeless love affair with nature and I want
to remember that one moment for the rest of my life. That should my moment.
Just mine.
