My heart yearns to travel the country side. Singing, with my hair being moved by the wind. Carefree and fascinated by a flock of birds migrating South. The sun is setting, the day slowly turning into night. Someone sits besides me. Both of us waiting to behold the silent beauty of stars blinking. We both enjoy the company, there is no need for words to fill the space between us.
My heart yearns to travel the country side