I wish to travel in spring beneath the cherry blossoms with their floating blooms. I would like to be the frost on a summer morning, lifting as the sun heats the air. I want to go to the river and give myself to the iced waters leaving nothing behind. I want to feel the bitter winds of late winter and watch the willow’s buds open. I want to be the dew on the grass that is shook free by the frail legs of the forest deer as they graze. I want to be the autumn moon, holding back the night with its luminous weight. I want to be on a journey, a wandering dream that spreads over the lands on the tail of the winds.