Take me someplace where the air feels always like the leading edge of autumn, crisp, stirring emotions, provoking restlessness. Permeate my lungs with longing and my feet with an ache to go- destination inconsequential; secondary to movement and flow. Take me to a time when my spirit bubbles over like champagne frothing; leaves me naked and glad. Weβll leave a trail of inhibitions, tossed in crumpled piles, behind us along the way. Every breath will whisper that I am exquisitely, undeniably alive.