I have a severe hankering to jump into a fossil fuel-powered automobile, drive to a train station, and trek across an expanse of land watching monuments and scenery fly by on my way to open skies and dusty trails. Wear boots and a bandana. Travel.
Once back home, pack and get on a plane and travel to a place full of people speaking another language, living in a culture I want to absorb and try to understand.
Heat.
Water.
Bay rum.
Palms.
Salt.