I dream of space

of open fields
and mountain sides laced with clay boulders
and draw bridges
and those “I-think-we’re-almost-there” moments
of wild creeks
with surprisingly deep pools.

I dream of adventures
cradled in the arms
of summer nights.
I dream of comfy makeshift beds
for refuge against complete
exhaustion
of learning a map
and learning the land
its people & language
the local cuisine
and a common belief or two.

I dream of being free.