You ever want something so bad, you can see it in your mind eye? I want sunshine, dappled by shadows from a nearby tree. I want the wind to blow through my hair, bringing me the scent of posies. I want to wear an a-line dress and run my hands through the soil, planting herbs and flowers. I want to plant so much mint it crowds out the grass, and when it's all over I want a strong, gorgeous guy to stand beside me, drinking lemonade, and enjoying the view of a city just beginning to awaken after too many years in rusted slumber.
Is that too much to ask?