My eyes need a sky full of stars,
my lungs, the deep inhale of sea salt air.
My legs crave the ache of a long day on a dusty trail.
And my skin, the comfort of the desert sun.
Once, I told my little sister that I wished I could go hug a saguaro.
Well, I would tomorrow if I could,
and tell all my secrets to the trees.
I whispered some wishes to the bay today,
but it didn't quite wash away the nagging need for an adventure.
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If my grandma had been walking with me,
I am quite certain she'd give my hand a squeeze
and pose the familiar question,
'A penny for your thoughts?'
Oof. So many.
And so. It's time to plan a trip.
One for mind, body and spirit.
Adventure is calling, friends.
And I must go.
Stay tuned.
xo
