The leaves are beginning to turn, the air is crisp and the days patterned by blustery winds. The sweet tap tap of rain falling against windows and slipping from umbrellas is added to the rhythm of my day. The foggy mist rolls across the Appalachian Mountain tops as the clouds linger above removing the sun. I see life everywhere; in the hawks that coast on thermal winds and the plants that hold on to the last seconds of green. Wanderlust has stolen my heart. In this beautiful place I am hollow and lost. I crave the open fields of the western plains, the vastness of the oceans and the strength of the towering mountains. My body longs for the dry heat of a dessert and the frigid cold of a deep winter night. To be able to wander but never be lost. To find myself. To find peace and serenity with this changing world. I am restless and discontented with the stressful simplicity of daily life. I want no agenda. Technology free. Space. Endless space, and time.
