Travel. The thought fills me with delight and anticipation. Imagining the moon hanging above the empty tracks, the countryside bathed in brilliant light from it's glow. Gazing out of the big picture window as the scenery changes is sort of like looking into the deep dancing flames of a campfire. The eyes take in its beauty while the mind wanders from place to place, constantly in motion. What pleasure travel brings, with all of its myriad of new experiences to grow the soul. I'm hungry to see more of the Earth's beauty, feel the wind of a foreign country on my face, put my feet into lapping waters on a shore far from home, exclaim in wonderment as I stand on a precipice high above the sea of trees below.
A trip means adventure, no matter what the final destination.
1 year ago