Sampling beer on the bay by Lake Erie. Maybe it’s the beer or the sunshine or the boats bobbing and zipping past in the rippling lake- summer days like these breathe life into my spirit, reminding me that I’m alive.
“The Road goes ever on and on/ Down from the door where it began./ Now far ahead the Road has gone,/ And I must follow, if I can,/ Pursuing it with eager feet,/ Until it joins some larger way/ Where many paths and errands meet./ And whither then? I cannot say”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1)
Time is moving fast. I want to continue exploring and traveling and truly living. I question if the routine I’m settling into will fulfill me.
For now, I will enjoy this book, this latte, and this lovely, last June evening.
I forget to roll down the windows, comfortable in the enclosed car. But there is freedom in remembering you can release yourself. Roll down the window and let your palm push the air, expanding beyond the confines.
And connect with the passing drivers you see with their hands pressed against the wind, releasing themselves.