I haven’t been on a solo vacation in over sixteen years.

I want cascading mountains, and

jungles with no bugs, and

omnidirectional waterways that i can drink from, and

birds chanting bjork, and

foraged meals that aren’t poison.

I want the breeze between leaves, and ripples along the banks.

I want a sun that illuminates tree bark and a moon that reflects sap.

I want to be where it is green, and grown, and glorious.