Travel

After a while one’s need to travel becomes imperative, rather like air to the state of existence.

Travel, not to far off exotic locations and expensive getaways, but new corners of one’s city, previously unexplored paths on one’s daily ramblings.

To take in new sights, smells, hear the chirrup of a bird unbeknownst to one. To meet new people, hear the tinkle of their beautiful laughter, look straight into their eyes and the depths of their souls.

The house then becomes a cage and the mind a bird, desperate to get about and lose herself in the wild beauty of this world.