Oh but to run through the forest and dance in the summer air. 

 To be free from obligations and responsibilities. 

To throw caution to the wind as well as all other cares and to rejoice in being a child. 

Oh to live in the trees and converse with the birds. 

To let the cool water rush over my feet and legs. 

To find pictures in the stars and frogs in the grass. 

To have the crickets sing me to sleep. 

To let my dreams grow as big and wide as the sky itself. 

To let the words flow from my brain through my fingers and onto the paper. 

To have time and freedom and purpose. 

That is what it's all about. 

Four more days until this becomes reality. . .