abroad

I want to wander into the wide open spaces, following the curves of mountains draped in a kaleidoscope of green, walk until my feet grow tired of carrying me through fields of thistle and wildflowers. Until the air grows chilly as the moon climbs into the sky. I want to feel the chaos perfected in the way the wind ripples through leaves, the steady babbling of the stream carrying on over smoothed stones, the singing of creatures searching for one another as the sun falls over the wood.