Future mornings

Daydream, I fell asleep beneath the flowers for a couple of hours....on a beautiful day...

I want to go on an adventure so badly, but don’t have the time or the funds, sadly. So I have been daydreaming a lot. Here is a little peek into my future mornings (hopefully.)


 “Straight up Gumpin' it”

I open my eyes to the sunshine streaming through the old worn clay colored shutters. The sunshine makes lines across the room where only my backpack lays next to my now light blue shoes. I sit up slowly and stretch my arms up. I let them fall over my head and a smile crosses my sunburned face. I turn my ankles and feel the muscles and tendons tighten. I roll over and stand on my feet. I look into the old mirror to see my sunburned nose and my now light brown long hair. I touch my shoulders lightly where I can faintly see indents where my bag has been pressing in with each step I have taken.  I reach over to the small window and lift it open. Dust flies up towards me and I give out a loud sneeze as I brush it all away from the window pane. I cross my arms on the clean wooden pane and place my chin on top of them. I’m about 100 yards from the ocean and can smell the salt air as it dances into my hair. I close my eyes for a moment.

“When I’m 35”

 My alarm goes off and I quickly turn it off. I open my eyes to see my inhaler under my nose. I get up quietly and change into my running clothes. I leave the room and close the door and walk towards the kitchen. I put my IPod into its protector and then walk towards the fridge. I grab my red water bottle and fill it up with water - then I place it in the freezer. It will be nice and cold when I get back. I walk to the front door with my inhaler clutched in one hand and my IPod in the other. I open the door and the heat wraps around me like a blanket. I sit on the porch and stretch my legs. I can hear the ducks on the pond talking to each other and the faint sounds of the giant trees as they sway. The woods are awakening as I take my first strides down the old dirt road.

“Why are tents expensive?”

 It’s too hot in the tent as I grab the zipper to get some fresh air in. With each inch of the zipper moving downward the view gets more breathtaking.  The magenta pinks and Florida oranges of the sunrise are as bright as Crayola crayons. I crawl out of the tent and take off my sweatshirt. I stand in my t-shirt and shorts barefoot and walk towards the fire pit. I sit cross legged as I stare across the magnificent mountains and the bright colors as they weave across the sky. It’s silent and still and I am in awe.




I'll leave you with some Zeppelin, why not?