Tomorrow

To be understood, as to understand.


Shiraz bound, tracing the spine of the Zagros mountain range. That was a long bus ride but ended with such wonderful memories and new friendships. Life really is about the connections you make. Its been so long since I last took a long bus ride into the unknown. I am prone to bouts of occasional longing; a composite feeling of restlessness with a liberal dose of that need to wander. Perhaps this is in keeping with the associated feeling of not quite belonging. And the fact that the views through my windows are now far too static.