I want to Dance

I want to dance. I want to slow dance until the early hours of the morning.

I want to wake. I want to wake on a beach at sunrise, walk hand in hand, and share the cool comfortable sheets of an overstuffed bed for the remains of the day.

I want to walk. I want to walk through a New England wood deep in fall color, the crisp breeze bringing our hands together, our bodies closer as we smile.

I want to sit. I want to sit by a fire on a snowy day, as one, drawn to our books, to each other, to our lives.

I want to live. I want to live by the sea where the sun shines warm and the waves crash among us as we play.

I want to dance.