I have my seasonal wanderlust or whatever it is.

I just want to pack up a small bag, go somewhere far away, over the ocean, deep in the middle of the continent. Somewhere rural, somewhere with sunshine and fields and woods and lakes and rivers. With vivid colours, with live fires, with people who don't talk nonsense. Away from television, away from popmusic, away from radios and newspapers.

It might be because of all the complications in my life. I guess when things get complicated I have a tendency to just want to go away. If life is difficult, all I want is just something simple, something beautiful, careless.

I'm just rambling here.

But I have a recurring dream of golden fields and sunshine. These dreams are so vivid, I can almost feel the tips of my fingers touching the barley and I can smell the dry warm smell of soil under my feet. A light cotton dress, no shoes, wind in my hair sun on my face. I am just as beautiful as everything around me and I'm so peaceful and happy. It just feels so real and I'm always a little sad after waking up.

I don't even know why I'm dumping this all here on you. All the people, the things in my life is closing in on me a bit and I need some breathing space. My brain just has too many thoughts.