I travel lightly. I skip across the waves. I sprint along the foam line of the Pacific. Cold water laps at my ankles, knees, thighs. My numb feet pound the sand, my exhilarated heart pounds at its rib cage, joy permeates my pores.
I travel lightly upon this Earth. I need so little. I need sunshine, I need wind, I need inspiration and humanity...
This is me. I am free. To write, to think, to feel. I give myself permission. To grow wings. To fly.
6 comments:
Ne pas frapper votre tête sur le ciel.
I wouldn't be jwm if I didn't mention Icarus. I smile at your freedom. I grump at the snow still outside.
-jwm
Yes, it boggles my mind that people think they NEED stuff more than each other...
Fly high!
I think you and your light baggage need to come down here and we can both skip by the Pacific waves -- which are still bitter cold, I'm afraid.
Fly free TT, be free, mind and soul. The only way to live your life, at least try to.
I love this!
Very nice! And great photo!!!
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