boundless travel

It’s a strange thing, this travel. I have nowhere in the world that I need to be. No commitments, no chores, just the world at my feet and pocket full of money earned from a summer of seriously hard work. And suddenly, decisions get hard. Because there are so many options. I think about all…

sweet release

The wet slap slap of the rain, as swollen drops from the rooftops thwack onto the river of the road below. It reminds me of Thailand, this muggy heat – oppressive tension, followed by the cascading relief each day, always the same in the monsoon. My ears ache for that sound, the high sshhhh as…