Travel was never one of my desires.
Home takes such mulchy and familiar ground,
a forest won't uproot itself,
despite longing for a distant coast.
-William Logan, Birnam Wood to the Players
i. I want to lay in the folds of a quilt beneath transparent stars and listen to the winds ruffling the grass and the owls chuckling and the moon breathing.
ii. I want to push my feet through the sand at two am and feel the groaning of the ocean and see the black waves streaked with moon.
iii. I want to feel the uneven smoothness of cobblestone streets beneath my feet as I watch the ragged waves lick the stone in Venice.
iv. I want to see the sun burn like wire on that river, hear my footsteps falling in between notes from an accordion and sharp Italian.
v. I want to walk through a library and watch the sun slant through huge windows and catch on the dust that drifts through the air.
vi. I want to feel the dangerous rocking of a canoe on a blue-green lake and cut through the waves with my paddle.
vii. I want to feel Georgia peach juice dribbling down my chin, taste the tangy sweetness under my tongue.
viii. I want to lose my way between the covers of a thick, forgotten book. I want my fingers to cramp from so much writing.
ix. I want to see a smile split her face and spend all night sharing souls.
x. I want to see things and taste things and hear things and feel things, and I just need to do it soon, or I think my heart's gonna burst.
ii. I want to push my feet through the sand at two am and feel the groaning of the ocean and see the black waves streaked with moon.
iii. I want to feel the uneven smoothness of cobblestone streets beneath my feet as I watch the ragged waves lick the stone in Venice.
iv. I want to see the sun burn like wire on that river, hear my footsteps falling in between notes from an accordion and sharp Italian.
v. I want to walk through a library and watch the sun slant through huge windows and catch on the dust that drifts through the air.
vi. I want to feel the dangerous rocking of a canoe on a blue-green lake and cut through the waves with my paddle.
vii. I want to feel Georgia peach juice dribbling down my chin, taste the tangy sweetness under my tongue.
viii. I want to lose my way between the covers of a thick, forgotten book. I want my fingers to cramp from so much writing.
ix. I want to see a smile split her face and spend all night sharing souls.
x. I want to see things and taste things and hear things and feel things, and I just need to do it soon, or I think my heart's gonna burst.
xi. I am vacantly longing for dreamy things this summer.
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what are your summer dreams?
i have plenty of summer dreams, but one of them is meeting up with you and pretty much accomplishing your number ix. oh, and don't forget we have to eat lots and lots of good food. and sing loudly together. and... and... and all those things we always talk about doing. one day, my tilney. one day. but hopefully one day this summer, yes?
ReplyDeleteoh, and can i just do all of these things with you? that's all, k bye.
well, who do you think number nine was about? ;) much love.
Deleteeheeeeeee... *petie sits back with a sappy grin* wellllll i thought about that, but i didn't want to seem too vain or anything. but i can't wait for that day either. love you too! <3
DeleteHey, AnnaKate! Glad to see your new post on my dashboard, girl. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, goodness - it is so weird to think Summer is nearly here. Just yesterday I was commenting how odd it is to think that it's March already. I mean, just *yesterday* we were ringing in 2013. *sigh* Guess that is just the progression of time. :D
This is beautiful, AnnaKate. :) i think i agree with everything you said on here. ;) love your writing--it's so beautiful, and inspiring, and raw. gorgeous.
ReplyDeletemy dreams this summer; well, everything you said. ;) but besides that, take more pictures, listen more, write songs, keep dreaming, sleep outside on starry nights, try something new & live "real" life; not inside on the computer. :)
this is so good, friend. simply lovely.
x, m
Me? Well I would love for Jo, me and the obligatory sister to finally make that roadtrip up to the Anna Kate-occupied part of the world. We'd probably listen to Reggae music on the way up:) It's Kendal's obsession right now. I can't argue. Other than that, I'd love to meet my mermaid alter ego, decide the fate of Tristan and Bracken, fall asleep to the sound of crickets, get a summer job and acutually acquire a healthy amount of sleep:)
ReplyDeleteThat was a very lovely post, AnnaKate! Your writing is so beautiful...
ReplyDeleteI would VERY much like to return to Italy. VERY, VERY much.