It’s February. You know how I know? I get the incurable urge to runaway to some foreign city by myself and sit in coffee shops and go to museums and galleries. I watch French movies, read Japanese books, listen to Canadian music. February is a month that should be spent in cities where no matter what the weather there are things to do.
By next month I will be dreaming of the desert, as I always do in March, just as June sends my mind missing living someplace a woman can hitchhike. I love where I live but no matter the season there is always some place else I’d like to visit just for a while.
Where do you wish you could be?