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and so we go
to a world that is
far away, anywhere but
here. we run away 
from
our problems and 
our responsibilities, 
because
we need an escape.
the wanderlust grabs a hold
of us, and we follow
its urges; the 
longing to go and be and
adventure
seizing us as we 
seize the days and nights.
we gaze at the stars 
on clear nights, and we
cozy up with blankets
on cloudy nights.
we travel, see things we've
never seen, do things we've
never done, dream things we'd
never dream of dreaming
if we were not 
caught up in the moment.
caught in the moment, 
lost in the moment. we let it
carry us along, like
a leaf 
on a current--
gently waving, not fighting
wherever it takes us.
when it rains, we walk, watching
the droplets from the drizzle 
catch on our
eyelashes. warm rains
are calming, and in them we 
relax and let go.
when the sun sets slowly
behind the mountains, we 
climb smaller hills to watch the last
rays sink below the horizon.
pinks and purples and yellows and
oranges and reds and blues--
the sky is painted just for
us.
so we smile.
we know that
the wanderlust will stop,
the highs will wear off, and 
life will call.
but
this call to adventure 
will return to us, and we will
discover new places, 
make new memories,
experience new things.
so we answer the call of life 
when it comes, and
wait
for that silent nudging, that
ever-returning feeling,
knowing that soon,
we will be back.

--11.14.17