THE URGE TO TRAVEL IS UPON ME
A GLOWING FRIEND OF MINE HAS JUST RETURNED FROM THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME
WITH STORIES IN LEAPS AND BOUNDS
AND SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH TIME IN THEIR LIFE TO BE ABLE TO SHARE THEM ALL
(WELL NOT AT THE PACE I WANT TO HEAR THEM, OVER AND OVER AGAIN)
HEARING SOMEONE RECOUNT TRAVEL STORIES, WHIPS YOU BACK TO BEDTIME AS A CHILD
YOU SIT WITH BAITED BREATH, GASPING AND CLOSING YOUR EYES,
BARELY BEING ABLE TO BREATH WITH EXCITEMENT OF WHAT'S COMING NEXT
SITTING THERE THINKING "AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?"
FASTER THAN THE STORY TELLER CAN GET THEIR WORDS OUT
I SAT WITH MY HEART RACING, BLOOD PUMPING,
AND EXCITEMENT BOILING INSIDE ME,
WHILE DANCE MOVES WERE REENACTED,
CHARADES PLAYED OUT,
AND SHIVERS EXCHANGED BETWEEN MYSELF AND THE STORY TELLER
THE FRIEND IN QUESTION HAS A CERTAIN WAY WITH WORDS
THAT CREATES VISIONS OF PIRATE SHIPS, HULA HOOPS AND MAPS ACROSS THE SKY WITH EVERY WORD.
IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE THE MOST WONDERFUL DREAM
50 WEEKS UNTIL I CAN BE APART OF IT
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