Outdoors

 As a child and an adult,

 I love to be outside.  

You'd never guess that by being the temperature in my room at school.  

I love growing plants, 

              being in the sunshine,

                           feeling free when the wind is blowing and I close my eyes.  

I can be anywhere I dream to be.  

                            The stresses and difficulties just wash off of me.  

I remember sitting in the courtyard of the hotel we stayed in in Rome.  I was sitting in the sun reading a play by Shakespeare.  I remember the smells:  the roses blooming not too far from me, the garlic from the soup from lunch.  I also remember the night I needed someone to talk to -- to love.  I sat in the courtyard and cried.