10 Years from now.
I see myself wearing a very funky scarf in a stylish cafe, smoking a cigarette and reading a pamphlet to the newest art showing that month.
I see myself in a modern minimalist apartment cooking rice and listening to acid jazz.
Painting on a balcony in a Paris loft with flowers running down the sides of it.
Sporting a fashionable trench coat and beanie in a London subway station buying a bottle of Irish Creme Liquor.
Holding his hand in the morning sun.
A live jazz concert with lights dimmed down low.
In a crowded office hurrying to write my column before the newspaper’s deadline.
Diagnosing the cause of death for Human #xxxxxxxxx while intricately studying the ventricles.
Human intelligence collector for the United States Army with a Sade CD in my uniform.
Lawyer in a court wearing an ugly suit with great shoes, engulfed in manilla folders.
Culinary Arts expert on a drive to a wine tasting convention.
Chopping wood for the fireplace in my cabin far away in the Carpathian Mountains.
Dreaming.
Living.
Loving.
Indeed, 10 years is quite the while.
Oh the curiosity.
I believe you can be/do anything you want.