I can dream can't I?

I hate being away from home, I always feel like I am missing out on everything... It's like, say there is a single girl you like. You go away for a week and come back, but lo! She is taken by the time you have returned! Oh man, that sucks. That's kinda how I feel about traveling. I love traveling, but hate missing out on the social opportunities back home in Tampa. I feel like I am missing that one chance to say what is on my mind or that one opportunity in that one place in time that will only come once yet could be missed and gone forever I can dream can't I? I am such a dreamer... ;)

Lovely... dreaming that is.

So... let's dream of a simpler time... in Ireland perhaps!

William Butler Yeats:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.