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.
The world is big, but so are you. Seek and travel, and know this as you do.