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.
Friday, October 10, 2008
At Peace?
I'd like to think she's happy. She's in her in own world, completely oblivious to the people around her.
Maybe she's found that quiet place within her, a retreat that helps her weather the storms.
