I often think about who I want to be.

I often think about what I’d like to do.

I often think about who I’d like to be with.

But I almost always think about where I’d want to be.

Just me, my family and a cabin in the Wisconsin Northwoods.

I often think about how I would obtain such a dream.

I often think about who would be with me there.

I often think about where I want my cabin.

The crackling of the flames in the fireplace.

The smell of pine sap on the walls.

The coziness of seclusion.

I long to be in that cabin.

I long to be there with the ones I love.

I long to be there, content.

I long to be amongst the sweet smells of pine.

I long to be secluded.