It might sound strange, but sometimes I must escape the temperature controlled utopias we have created.

I must escape to smell the outdoors – rain, river, woods, freshly mown hay…

I must feel heat on my skin, reassuring myself that the world is still there –

hear the glorious cacophony of earth’s orchestra.

I must get out, get away from the carefully controlled environment that, after a time, smothers me.

Don’t get me wrong, I very much appreciate being able to choose,

but please – don’t trap me inside.