she wrote:
“had a wild idea last night as driving home at 1am. daydreamed of you joining me on my drive cross country just after christmas…cameras and wine and dog… if for some reason you are a free fairy and home in mtl with no commitments…. consider!”
and now, naturally, i have visions
of a hundred rolls of film and your guitar
in the back seat of the car
windows down as we drive through the desert
music blaring, hair blowing
(like something out a commercial — look at how carefree we look)
small dusty towns
a thousand cups of coffee
sitting around a campfire in wool sweaters
bottles of wine at our feet
a sky of infinite stars above
all the way to the west coast
a seed has indeed been planted
now, the question is… how do i finance such a dream?
