indiana's greatest export

i sketched this for my vonnegut-loving roommate tonight:

wishful thinking.

it has been snowing for the past two days. there is something dreamlike about waking up in the morning to see soft, delicate flakes performing acrobatics as they gracefully fall to earth. but inside of me, there is a desperate longing for the freedom and adventure of summer. i want to pack up and leave, to run barefoot through the grass, to go on midnight swims and sleep under the stars. i want to explore the broken and the abandoned places and find the beauty so carefully hidden within them. i crave the new people, new ideas, new tastes, hopes, and dreams that only travel can provide me. it's not that i'm unsatisfied with my life at the university, but everything in me is screaming to pack up, leave, and explore.