I started dreaming of the place I would go next. I started seeing it once my eyes closed. There was rain and tall green trees and a smell I don’t have a word for yet. I started counting dollar bills and drawing maps. I started speaking new languages and reading books I haven’t read. All because I am going somewhere I don’t know yet.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair