A few days ago, I took Jazz for a walk along a really lovely little trail close to where we live. The trail runs by a little stream the whole way, and it's really beautiful. Jazzy stopped for a drink at his usual watering hole ..
and I looked down the stream ...
.. and wished that I could just leave everything behind and follow the stream to wherever it ends up. I don't mean this literally obviously, because this stream will quite shortly end up in the Atlantic, and that's just cold and wet and miserable and not fun at all.
I love my life and I love my family, but sometimes, wouldn't it be nice to just sail away and please yourself? I think so.