The more places on Earth you see, the more you realize how precious each place actually is. – Mark Weathers
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Wildlife around Denver
It may be cold outside at night and there are most definitely drawbacks to living on the road, but for all the challenges there are just as many perks and new experiences to discover. I love taking a hot shower, yet I am surprised how well am able to cope and get by without that old daily ritual. Many of my habits are stunted and new routines form. My westward horizons are uncharted and still a looming mystery to unfold, while looking back reminds me of the land covered, the towns past and seen. I never knew how easy it would be to leave it all behind. The daily newfound liberty of a nomadic crawl is ever increasingly full of continuous potential. I am ever asking myself what do I want, what do I want now, to do, to eat, to see next. It seems like I’m leaving my old life behind, though I know I carry everything with me. I am who I am because of what lies East. I know how lucky I am and I count my blessings regularly. I give many thanks and share my gratitude.
Channel your inner Mark Weathers a bit and google then visit some of your local libraries and trail-heads. My homes away from home.
life is what you make of it
Are you taking?
Are you giving?
Are you stranded?
Lost in a sea of your own mind
You are right where you are supposed to be
Right when you are needed
It’s all about your frame of reference.
You have the power to shift it at will.
here’s looking at you
a walk to the library on january 24th 2017
a long drive through the rain
manhattan whizzing by
from one parking spot luckily avoiding a ticket
to another parking spot not far away
a square grided circle back to where I came from
getting stuck in traffic and enjoying every second
packed and sorted and turned around once more
enjoying the central park meandering about
under the archway a pause to reflect, stairs, two towers
a commitment to ending homelessness must be made
a cold wet wind funnels in the tunnel past me and the fort
a long walk to the library with much in tow under the umbrella
sweet eye candy and a deep connection to the public space
rewards abound, drowning in potential knowledge
longing to be with, imagining affections
of new york city angels and goddesses
much could be said and more
a grandeur matched by the openness of the library’s caver
bright chandeliers with countless orbs
massive arched windows framing the billowing smoke
and ridged structures of 5th avenue at 41st street