The sky pregnant with rain shrieks out to me
Lightning sundering it apart, painful ecstasy
Sound follows light, through my eyes into me
The tilled earth exhales, its bosom heavy
That’s what I am, that’s all I ever seek.
English-lover. ardent traveller. in love. wannabe gypsy. hungry reader. a child. for equality.. well a feminist. reluctant adult. eccentrically normal. dreamer!
Typing away at my office desk, familiar is the sense of despair that grabs me by my senses every few days. And no matter how hard pressed I am for leaves, or more importantly – budget, there I find myself, out on the road – somehow!
Awaiting the next burst of life-infusing road time, I more often than not find myself looking up charts and maps and blogs to find my next destination that’d bring a whiff of fresh breath, the miles under my wheels and layers of dust all over me. All right, a bit dramatic there!