Wanderer, I have walked once more again. Old houses must be left in the dust and every corner of the sky scoured for sunlight to capture in photographs and words, in memories and marks. Wanderlust in my heart, once more I am a lost soul.
If you call out my name to the wind though, I will tell you where I am as well. If you are so inclined that is.
Goodbye from here. See you in another form, I guess.
(photo via sunlit days at livejournal)
