i've been having dreams.
i picture myself trekking through the midwest.
up across the canadian rockies.
onto the alaskan passage.
my car ends up on a lone highway.
dead ending in the seaside town of homer.
on the tip of the kenai peninsula.
i travel light.
my green day pack heavied only by--
an old 1950's map of alaska.
and my field notes.
i look out across the bay.
and then further out.
across the sea.
i feel the crisp air.
blowing down off the mountains.
i sense the ocean.
in every part of the world around me.
and i'm peaceful.
i can't wait step foot in that beautiful place.