when there is wanderlust in my blood, a nostalgia reminding me of recent travels that feels so strong that i can smell every scent and breath the salty fresh sea, feel what i felt then...i can only remind myself that now i am supposed to be where i am right now. there is this season and there will be others. i will travel again. and with traveling i mean months or even years. gypsy life will ever have my wandering heart.
in the meantime i can still look at pictures or even better, remember the things that are not on the pictures. the moments soaked into my skin and bones. eyes and mind.