A good traveler has no fixed plan and is not intent on arriving.
I travel through each day with expectant eyes, through mountains and streams and through hot dusty roads, resting every now and then beneath a shady tree or blending with the quiet night as I sleep beneath the stars.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Heartbeat
Like a lazy sun warmed cat, the day stretches out, langourous and sweet. The blue skies, an endless canopy. The ocean, in her all colors, enchants me, her timeless rhythm, my heartbeat.
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