I keep having dreams, of airport scenes, bus rides and Mr Dylan. Of watching sunrises from mountains and driftwood fires on beaches. And our eyes lighting up at the writing of stories. Seeing new places and a thousand faces, far from the cities that I’ve roamed along. Its not by seeing the world that changes us its how what we see can inspire us. I hope to see the world through the glimmers in our eyes, yet still forever my heart will remain upon that English hill. I believe something amazing could happen.