out of dreams, out of bed, out of the home with snacks we go. out into the world.
with shoes tightly tied, and spirits high, the steps down lead to the street lead to the path lead to the open road.
things to see, moments caught in glimpses and lingering longing luxuriating staring, gleaning embracing absorbing becoming.
the time is near. the time is nigh.
why should the sky be the limit, when the entire world is laid exposed at our feet?
look at a maps, all the maps. break out a pen, notebook, and a highlighter. get to it.