There’s nothing like a long train journey for an epiphany or two; to remind you of who you are and where you are and where you’re going. In transit is sometimes the best place to find yourself.
Adventure is calling and it always sounds like the mountains for some reason. I can’t wait for the next great escape.
Written somewhere on a bus in the middle of Laos and I remember the moment of writing it as much as the summer of dreams and dungarees.
I think this one might be a work in progress, but I like it all the same. You are yours and yours alone, and you are whole and perfect in that sense. Just think.