Escapism

Remember that time we drove up into the hills outside your hometown? I wanted to get out of the house and see the countryside. We drove and drove and the houses got sparser and we both knew our goal was the field of windmills that peeked above the edge of the yellow hill like the Great Birnam Wood coming toward us.

Remember how it got dark and we turned around? And we were home for dinner and you sat and talked and ate the potatoes and I flew across the yellow grass between the dust of the hills and the dust of the stars singing a wild song of sage and freedom.

Remember that time? I want to get out of the house and see the countryside. Will you join me, Sancho, in my great quest? Will you sit in the driver's seat and smile bemusedly and turn obediently and patiently facilitate the logistics of my impossible dream? Will you temper my whimsy with your incorrigible reason and thoroughly enjoy yourself? I will conquer the world for you.