After this New England
winter, I want to take
off my clothes...so bad.
But could it be cold
here even in summer?
Imagine naked under the
sun. Swimming through
one million lakes. Or
lying on grass...so warm
warm warm.
Maybe count every leaf
on every tree. I've
always wanted to do that.
And stars too!
Would you come with me?
Lots of puritans would
disapprove. Yes they
would. Sometimes their
eyes are like granite.
We could climb those hills.
They'd just say we're
crazy, running out with
no clothes and leave us alone.
Then what would we do?
