I want to live in the mountains and wake up on a cold november morning to my backyard of trees shrouded in fog. I want to wrap myself in a sweater and breathe in the crisp air as I have a hot cup of tea. I want to smell the fresh pine around me when I step outside of my small cottage. I want to hear the birds sing to me as I explore the forest for flowers and fresh rosemary. I want to be someplace where I can taste the oncoming rain on my tongue. somewhere quiet, and safe.























