He looked, longingly, into the woods
I'm unloading the dishwasher this morning while listening to "The Last of the Mohicans" soundtrack and staring off into the woods through the window.
If you haven't heard this soundtrack you should give it a listen. I find myself fantasizing about running through the woods after some quarry which is decidedly different than unloading a dishwasher.
I need to get outdoors. There's so much to do here but the woods are calling my name every time I set foot near the back of the house.
Tonight I think I will sleep outdoors.
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