Escape: In which I prove I am stir crazy and in need of a vacation

It's like a reoccurring dream, to shed belongings, commitments.  I'll make a bonfire of my teacher clothes and you sell the dogs.  We'll run away together--British Columbia, Estonia, North Dakota, I don't care.  Anywhere but here. 

Let's get a raft and float down a river. 

Let's get on a plane, watch the tiny crazy world through a thunderstorm, and fly north, where it's so cold you'll need the heat of my body to keep you warm. 

Let's get motorcycles and ride forever, with everything we need in a pack.

Let's disappear into the mountains, sit on a boulder, stretching our toes to touch the glacier's stream, so cold it burns us.   Let's scramble up rocks and jump crevasses.  We can build a cabin up there.

In a year or so you'll see, I'm sane and they're crazy.  The tame ones,  they're off their rockers.   Let me be fierce, and strong, and free.