A year of forced stillness has been doing strange things to this brain of mine, it’s been swirling thought like a storm, it’s been sending thousands of gallons of memory down through the tributaries of my mind.
Memories of travel keep the nomad fires lit. I look back to long lazy dinners spent in Germany at a friend's backyard, toasts and dances and laughs. I look back to crisp mornings spent walking in St. Stephen's Green, with my daughter, planning our day of adventure. The taste of tapas, the rain falling in Majorca - this passion for travel will never stop and memories fuel my next trip. Thanks again Tyler.
Heraclitus would be proud. This river, these words, color the soul.
Memories of travel keep the nomad fires lit. I look back to long lazy dinners spent in Germany at a friend's backyard, toasts and dances and laughs. I look back to crisp mornings spent walking in St. Stephen's Green, with my daughter, planning our day of adventure. The taste of tapas, the rain falling in Majorca - this passion for travel will never stop and memories fuel my next trip. Thanks again Tyler.