I’ve been trying to think about the upcoming year. About 2011. What I want from it. My hopes, my goals. How do I invision this year to come, who will play important roles, and more importantly, how do I see myself. Where do I see myself? 2011 is a blank page, with so many possibilities.
I want sun soaked colors, warm and inviting. Colors of a rising sun… over a body of water or a meadow. Fall leaves. Colors that provoke hope. I want music with guitar and strings, with pianos and horns — music with glockenspiel. I want music that is not necessarily sad, but thoughtful and full of love. I want breezes that dance with you. I want sweater dresses and belts and tights. I want rufflely shirts and cardigans. I want boots and scarves — sequins and lace. I want warm sugar with a touch of vanilla. Rosemary, apples, and pears. Hot chocolate in a good mug. Rooibus steeped in milk in the mornings. I want picture frames, pillows and blankets. Late night laughter. Brunch. Lots of brunches. I want forts, inside and out.
If I could choose my 2011, that’s what I would choose.
What 2011 would you choose?