I want to walk barefoot on the grass.
I want to press my cheek against the warm concrete of a sidewalk, just as the sun begins to disappear over the horizon.
I want to lay back, smile and sigh. I think I just might do that... right now.
But it's going to be hard to pull of the sidewalk thing, what with people all around... why do I care? I'm going to do it. The last time I felt warm concrete on my face I was a child, laying in the driveway of my house, loving the heat that the man-made rock-ground gave to my goose-bumpy arms. I remember wishing I could have every part of me touch it at the same time.
I guess that's the dragon in me.