One of my biggest dreams is to visit the cathedrals and castles of Europe.

I love these gigantic beauties, the tips of their towers reaching out to the sky like the branches of a tree in the shade, twisting and contorting to find the sunlight. I love their stained glass masterpieces depicting biblical sorrows and triumphs. I love the precious stones embedded within the bricks.

But what I love the most about these stone creatures, the thing that makes them astounding, is their foundation.

When I get to them, I'm going to walk right up to their very walls.

I'm going to rest my entire body against them.

Their immensity, their strength and stability will fill me with unimaginable energy.

And even though the stone might be cold against my back, I'll be warm. I'll be warm knowing that I've touched something so ancient and alive, something revered by humans for centuries, something holy and clean and sanctified.

Maybe, if I lean against them for long enough, I can soak up some of that stability that I crave ever so greatly.

That would be nice.