In a Place

I want to be her.

I want to be here.

I want to wake up in a place where the sound of the rain hitting the pavement is louder than my thoughts; where the breeze is soft and cool; where I can wear whatever I feel like wearing without worrying about being too hot.

I want to walk the streets of a beautiful city with a local coffee shop cup of joe in one hand, and an umbrella in the other.

I want to feel the weight of my bag keeping me grounded and trust that the comfort and protection of all the buildings and shops are available at my convenience.