To Dream of a Life...
Walking along the current of the Seine and roaming the Rues of Paris, day in - day out.
To write local mean time, at a large wooden desk with fresh flowers, a never cooling cup of coffee, floor to ceiling windows, and creaky wooden floors.
To venture out into raw and natural wonders. To lay under our celestial blanket, breathing deeply, and embracing the silence within.
Dreams are necessary to life.