If and when I return to America, I want to go camping.
I want to drive, far away from humanity. I want to spend a few days in the cold, green expanses of Mei Guo - China's name for America, which means "beautiful country." I want to look up into the sky and see the darkness explode with the indescribable majesty of stars in a clear mountain sky, I want the moon's glow to be the strong pale white you can only experience when you're far away from the noise and light and pollution of humanity.
I want to take in big greedy lungfuls of fresh crisp air and be alone in the cold stillness of the new morning.