Strawberries

With summer hitting stronger everyday, now seems to be the perfect time for strawberries. I had some for breakfast this morning, and I have been craving them for a while now. It seems the more I devour, the more I want, and I'm finding it hard to contain my desire. Of course, I'm not just talking about the fruit here, but that's a start at least.

Recently I've been waking at five am for purposes unknown to a lot of you. I hope that soon they will be told, because I dearly want to shout this to the world. First, however, I need to be sure.

My passions also seem to be gaining strength in thoughts of the future. I want to wander away on random adventures, walking to wherever the wind tells me, to wherever the trees whisper. I want to sit in fields where the grass stirs and write on lined paper. I want to sing, and dance, and fill the world with reasons.

I want to sit under ancient oak trees and eat strawberries.