“This was how it was with travel … one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections; the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad. Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.” ―
Roman Payne, Cities & Countries
The months and days are the travelers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers… I too for years past have been stirred by the sight of a solitary cloud drifting with the wind to ceaseless thoughts of roaming.
The essence of everything, I have truly loved first journeys, a train ride family and friends solo flight, in the night over the ocean initial snow, while weatherman said otherwise the light, in my sky and stars in my eyes unequivocally, my beginnings and all my endings futile comprehension in its completeness brings me, to only you, all the time.