I want vibrant. I want deep brown and red. I want photographs that are underdeveloped and grainy. I want to wear lacy underwear and I want to churn butter. I want to buy my produce at farmer’s markets and I want to walk to work. I want to be out in the sun at 1 o’ clock in the afternoons. I want to be outdoorsy and I want to sit by a sheep for the whole day. I want to kiss deeply and I want to dive into a freezing cold lake. I want an outdoor bathtub and I want sunshine. I want lots and lots of artwork on my walls. I want colour exploding out of every corner, nook, and baseboard. I want noise. I want rain on a tin roof. I want to have to shout over all the noise in my life. And then sometimes, I want to be afraid to even whisper. I want the kind of love that could tear you apart or hold you together. I want fabric covered buttons and red wine. I want to see my breath in the fall air. I want gigantic sunglasses. I want bright red lipstick some days and deep maroon on others. I want a blunt fringe. I want maps everywhere. I want balloons on my birthday and laughter, oh so much laughter. I want freckles. I want a wind that whips me around. I want it all.