I want to escape from here and travel to see new things and meet new people. It’s an insatiable desire that’s been with me for I don’t know how long.
- What’s down that road?
- What’s over there?
- Who is she?
- I wonder what that tastes like?
- I wonder what the sun sets look like there?
Questions that run thru my head all of the time even tho I know there isn’t enough time and money to satisfy this craving. In the mean while, I love seeing pics of how you see your world and where you live or where you travel to.
You notice the best parking place is determined by the shade under trees instead of the distance to the door.
Tuesday morning in central Minnesota and it’s already heating up at 7:00 AM (0700). The HVAC is working once again (for now) and it’s somewhat quiet around here. I poured another cup of coffee and sat here.
What to type. What to type.
Sometimes words escape me even though my mind is a jumble of hundreds of thoughts that sometimes crash into one another. This morning is one of those days. I start focusing on my dry hands that are somewhat itchy and then I start looking for the bottle of hand lotion that I have. I can’t find the yellow bottle. Where the hell is that damn thing? Oh yeh, I bought a new bottle and it’s white. D’uh. I hate moments like that.