of the free and nonessential things in life, I've come to realize that what I love best is blue skies. a few days without a blue sky and I get a bit depressed. it's like the people who need sunlight I guess. ...thinking about it now, I wonder if it's the sun I need, but no, I think it's the color. a second favorite is crisp air. like the kind in winter, or in the mountains.
my happy place is atop an imaginary hill, with the blue sky above me, the sun on my skin, and a wind my face. I've always wanted to go on a windmill tour. I imagine they'd let you to the top of one, who knows.
maybe someday I can ride an old airplane. the kind where you're strapped in and there is basically no windshield. biplanes is maybe what they're called? in any case. how spectacular would that be? high in the sky, cold as fuck. with nothing but sky, clouds, and sun. well... plane too, but I think I could die happy there.
