You know the line,
Where the sun meets the ocean?
When all the beach
Is engulfed in hues of red, orange, purple.
I want to sit out, and watch that happen.
Watch the sun set into its own work of art.
You know the infamous clock,
Big ben?
The one in London that everyone loves.
I want to sit, right after dark
And paint the beautiful tower.
I’ll watch as the locals make fun of me,
A tourist in awe of a clock.
But I won’t care,
Because I’ll have checked it off
Of my simplistic little bucket list.