where the wind blows
Yesterday I was talking to my friend Ernest on Skype, just catching up on our lives. Ernest is a travel writer, and so naturally, as we talked, our conversation turned to visiting far-flung places.
"Travel is like breathing to me," he said. "There's no way I could live without it."
I know exactly what he means. If I stay too long in one place, I start to get antsy. Every once in a while it's time to go where the wind blows.
It's getting to be about that time.