A little poem:
Toes in the sand.
Soul in wonderland.
Arms wide open.
Times ahead look golden.
Eyes towards the sky.
Heart on the fly.
πππ
Author: myself
Some call me crazy, because I am always on the run, chasing that next flight. Sometimes I would like to travel less and spend more time in one place. But always when I do, I am already planning the next journey. I am not restless, I am rather exploring places I haven't been yet, meeting people who inspire me with their stories, and eventually find a place that I want to consider home one day. Meanwhile, I am home in the world ππ