Traveling is a gift to my soul. It fills my empty heart like a pool full of people on a hot summer day. Happy.
Opens my mind like a clearing in the dark clouds over head. Peace.
Leaving all the drama behind, like a child in a day care. Temporary.
Eventually I return like the geese in the summer. Anxious
Distributing gifts to the people I love, like Santa Claus on Christmas. Grateful.
Only to dream of the next trip, like a soul searching for love. Patient.