[oh! what i'll do to be here :)]
While that dreamy headline isn't mine, I wish I had written it and I so wish I were lost. Lost in the middle of nowhere, somewhere pretty, with little mist maybe, trees, damp grass and red clay; somewhere cold. Where I can run. Not from one window to another. Where my legs hurt and my feet ache. Not where I'm left with a numb thumb and an aching index finger. Where it's eerie.
Lost is a great place to be... Take me to Lost, please.
n.b. Yep, right, past weeks have been really bad at work, with the crappiest copy getting through and the good ones being rejected.