How nice would it be to go on a little getaway. Don’t get me wrong, I am loving my life right now, I would just like a nice beach, some nice little shops to browse through and a great coffee. I would love a cute used book store with over sized chairs and a two for one deal. I would get at least four books. Real thick books. Ones with dogeared pages, water spots, and inscriptions in the covers. Maybe there would be notes in the margins or tear stains at the sad parts. I would put a flower in my hair, the sand between my toes, a backpack full of books on my back. I would walk the beach towards a bus stop and walk barefoot right onto the bus. I would read on the bus and not miss my stop because I would not have any stop to miss. When I felt it was time, and the location seemed to fit just right, I would pull the cord, hop off the bus and walk towards a park, or a bench, or a swing set, or anywhere really, and read some more. And my coffee cup would always be full.
Maybe San Francisco. Maybe somewhere else. But for now, let’s say it could be San Fran.