Rambling Along

I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say here. There's an old writer's trick where all you do is write. Sounds cliche but it's about just writing what you are thinking about at that moment right then and there. By simply writing you break the creative dam in your mind and all of a sudden you've written two pages and talking about a story that has no purpose. Like that fact that right now the light in my kitchen is flickering. It's a fluorescent light and when it isn't working properly it looks like the lighting used in a movie just before someone gets killed. Which is an awesome seg way to my next topic.

I miss the wind. Not really connected, I know. And most would not get the metaphor, but I miss the wind. I'm a wanderer, that doesn't mean I have no home or that I have to move around constantly. It does however mean that I need to travel, to experience. I need to feel the wind on my face with a fresh smell that I cannot place. Some of my happiest experiences are when I've traveled and it's not because I didn't like where I lived. It was because of the excitement. The adventure. I don't think I need to tell you all that I read a lot of Dungeons & Dragons books (and I still do). I like the idea of the adventure, being able to roam and see things and places that most only read about or experience from their couches.

It is this adventure that I crave, to walk not on a beach but on a well worn path the locals use. Even if that's a main drag in Paris. When I went to Paris for the first time, it was during a time when the "anti-France" movement still carried an abnormal amount of weight in our country. And walking one of the streets I came upon Franklin Delano Roosevelt Ave. One of those stark reminders about our past that people seem to want to forget. I liked seeing that, it was a connection to my homeland on a random street in Paris, France. It's little things like that that I like when I travel. Watching the scenery, taking in the sites of the city, and the wind on my face reminds me of my ever steady desire to explore. That dream I had as a child never faded, it only grew.