I dream of home and fields and flowers and that feeling of burrowing into the ground and being absolutely safe. Once I walk across that stone threshold between the dilapidated farmer's walls no one can do me harm.Rereading Little Women reminds me how much I want to be a girl again. I want to walk barefoot, watch my skin flush and peel before settling into a tan that's never as dark as my sister's. I long for freckled shoulders and that bead of sweat that trickles down the bridge of my nose and onto the page of a book on a scorching summer afternoon. For that floral print bedsheet that I used as a blanket for the hammock on those July nights.
