Wed, 14 Apr 2004
It's been raining for the past three days, and I'm sick of it. I'm ready for real spring. I want to go camping, ride my bike, sleep in the grass, wear sandals, drink beer on the porch, plant tomatoes, put away my jacket, open windows, have a barbeque.
Right now I'm fantasizing about packing up a tent and some sleeping bags, gathering some good friends, and driving off to New Hampshire or western Mass. We'll pick up some veggie burgers and vegetables, and we'll sit around a campfire sharing a bottle of wine and enjoying a night sky not tainted with city lights. We'll curl up in sleeping bags and wake up with the sun, then make eggs and coffee. Maybe we'll take a hike and find a nice secluded place to stretch out in the sun and splash in a stream. We'll drive home tired and stinky but blissful.
I crave the sun, and green grass.
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