Wanderlust, 2025

This is my happy place, or one of them, maybe. Maybe it’s the space in between happy places. This is the peace I feel when I imagine qualities of places I’d like to be. This is what my happy places feel like—an incomprehensible swirling conundrum of butterflies in my stomach. I can smell the waterfall from here. There’s a trail I haven’t hiked. Seeing the sunset from that summit might make me piss myself I’d be so happy.