I'm in another Sunday mood. A mood that, beyond it being called a Sunday mood, cannot be classified and doesn't fall into any category.

I always picture myself sitting on the sandy surface of a desert, or against a tree in a dense forest, or on the pebbly beach side of an island.

Always alone.

I guess the proverbial rat race does that to you. Or maybe not as badly to others as to me.

I long for the solace of not knowing anybody, not having responsibilities, not needing to go anywhere away from here.

Here?

Here. My dreams. Where things are simple. And I am a freelancer of life, God as the only person I have to report to.