Far, Far Away

I want to go someplace far away from here. Someplace warm. Where the sun shines brightly. Puffy clouds floating lazily by. The grass is lush and vibrantly green. Soft. Soft enough that I can lie on it without my skin itching. Daisies. Gerbera daisies. The colors shocking. Pink, purple, yellow and orange. So many that one cannot possibly take it all in. With me, I would have a book in hand. A good book. Plugged in my ears would be the earphones from my IPod. With all kinds of relaxing music. Leona Naess, Sixpence None the Richer, Dave Matthews Band, David Crowder Band. All that mellow music. Me, my book, soft music, the warm sun, colorful flowers and the soft grass. That is all. No people, no noise, no problems. Just me and my book. Far, far away.