Wish

If I could wish for anything, anything at all.

I wish I could go to a tiny Greek island, with a sandy beach between the rocks, where the only people would be gay monks living in a monastery, with a small guesthouse at the far end of the tiny island, on the rocks, lashed by stormwinds, but warm of course, where I would be staying for three months, writing, walking, thinking, being. The sea calms me.