I live in the heat of Florida. My body enjoying the warmth, but my mind and heart are so far away whilst I have fun in the sun, My mind lives in jungles where monkeys climb and plainlands where buffalo run. I pay no attention to the passage of time, only the direction my next story will come. My heart wanders round the pages of books and through the pencil in my hand. I love to read, I love to write, and I love to run freely from idea to idea; fixed in no place, truly free to be me.