My wings may be tattered, my threadbare hopes slightly torn. My thoughts may be scattered, my words covertly defined. But my dreams blossom in the depth of obsidian night, in the glare of noonday sun, in the trickle of country streams and the roar of tempestuous ocean waves. Some slip away silently, my soul unscathed. Others haunt and taunt me, teasing me every day.
Today, this is my dream bucket. Tomorrow it may change.
Laugh if you must. Join me if you dare.
Publish my novel
Sit in an airplane cockpit
Become a travel writer/photographer
Live at the beach
See a Broadway show
Take a hot air balloon ride
Wear a bikini again
Write a song
Dance in the rain
Send a message in a bottle
Be a bat girl for the Washington Nationals
Attend a Super Bowl, MLB World Series, NCAA basketball championship
Learn to develop film photos
Act in a play
Take an exotic cooking class
Have my body used as a canvas for paint
Sail along the southeastern coast
Become a wine connoisseur
Get a nautical tattoo