I Want to See This.

I want to be here.

I want the wind to whisper in my ear and tell me it's secrets.

I want to watch the colors dance with the tree limbs.

I want to see the sun give way to the silvery moon.

I want to sit on the soft ground.

I want to marvel at the beauty of God's creation.

I want to feel the chill of the fog engulf me.

I want to see this.