My soul expands as I venture forth.
We are wanderers.
No ties but to each other.
He holds my hand and I am free--to roam, to dance, to be.
Guidebooks and sunglasses, picnic lunches, ferrys, seasickness, carsickness, tandem bicycles and all the in between moments of our lives.
I am not still by nature. The muscles beneath the surface of my body quiver to move, even in tiredness I cannot rest. And so we are adventurers, though sometimes our adventures lie mainly in the pages of books and the woven words of our dreams together.