Take me back

I want to know all the relatively clean local lakes to swim in. I want to go on a waterfall expedition, and am torn over whether to mark them or leave them unmarked. I want to go back to the barn and hear more music. I want to lay in my man's arms and let each other know that no matter what we have each other and it is all right. I want to dine at the Fountain Cafe until I have tried everything and am sick of the gingerbread (which I have yet to try). I want to eat Dove bars until I sprout white feathers. I want to get in tickle fights and laugh until the neighbors complain from the noise. I want to listen to the waves crash against the rocks as the sun sets. I want to go back on vacation again and again and again.