yearning

My amazing friend rach describes it gorgeously:

"... when you have time to sit and gaze at a patch of sun on a wall till you have the urge to shut your eyes and imagine that you are on a train on the way somewhere little but not too beautiful and you are travelling on your own, with your head leant against the window, hair getting warm in the sunshine, watching faded green fields pass by, until you close your dream eyes and drift off to sleep. feeling like everything is right there, just out of reach of your fingertips and you just need to stretch a bit further, lean a bit more and you'll be able to touch everything you ever wanted."

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