Cravings

Timelessness
Sun. On every inch of my body.
Digging my fingers in sand.
Sleep. 8 hours of it.

Fall. But in New England. With red and orange leaves.
Home. Not the physical location of it, but the feeling.
Yellow, the memory of mustard fields in Copenhagen.

Summer. But in Italy. Or India. or Cuba.
But not necesarily having to travel there in person.
Just in my mind.
Most things that take place in my mind are better anyway.
But not all.

To be understood. Wordlessly.
And with ease.
Stillness.
and to be able to make peace.
with all of it.