Standing around at a bus stop may be a dangerous thing for me to do.

When some bus comes, I may feel an urge to step onto it even though I don’t know where it goes.

For now, I will get lost in the leaves. I will be gone in a book. I will ride my bicycle on the outskirts of town.

Soon enough, I will be able to get on the bus.

Q. where would you like to go?
Q. What kind of place do you hope to find?