I read an enchanting article about Paris today.
It lit me with excitement. Although I have just recently snuggled up to this city, I began to ache for it! I was all of the sudden day dreaming about it as if i’d never known the city before? I began toying with thoughts like.
If I am most alive while traveling am I partially dead while idle?
It’s not true of course, but some truth still resonates in my spirit when I think of how badly my limbs ache to move through the world in exploration.
I will forever be writing about travel. I will forever day dream of it!