Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I go walking. That could be enough.

I wander, lol, I wonder as I wander. Depending on my mood, I wander along the beach and feel the salt in the air, The sand under my feet. I'll walk along the boardwalk and smell the almost 'carney" smells of the bustling street.

I sometimes walk along a canal, or the river, each has it's own unique feel. Or wander around historic sections of towns and let my imagination roam as much as my feet.

Or even head into the woods and 'commune' with the space around me. Buzzing with life.

Or stroll through my neighborhood.

The sunshine is wonderful, warm and clear. Even a mist or a fog... mysterious and inspiring.

Sometimes I go alone.. other times I'm with a friend. Sometimes sharing those moments, even in silence is a great feeling.

But my favorite walks, wanderings in the moonlight, or better still, those nights of the dark moon. Quiet and ephemeral. Sweet silence, magically alive with life.

And while I may not know where my feet will take me... I'm never lost, or far from my inner home.