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 29, 2006
Joy
I like spinning around in chairs; For that brief moment, I'm a child, all cares forgotten.
No pretentions, just me, enjoying the moment, completely.
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