Soaring in the sky, the bird reaches for freedom. Sometimes, I look at the birds and think, I’d like to be able to fly too. To feel the rush of wind propelling me, against me. I have always thought that somewhere deep inside, the blood of the voyager lives in me.
And so as I prepare for my US trip, I look forward to that lightness of being. To witness the depths of the Grand Canyon, the heights of the Rocky Mountains, the strength of Niagara Falls. I wait to be inspired by nature.
On the streets the rain goes pitter-patter.