i had a dream

fourteen years ago, i dreamed of being exactly where i am now, doing exactly what i'm doing.

Song of the Day: Coming Home (by The Nadas)
The leaves are blowing in the wind
Night time's colder than it's been
And my hair is long again.
My feet are buried in the sand
Legs stretched out further than they can
With stars in my hands
I feel my head begin to spin
It's three months till winter blows its end
I need a change of air.