Small stones and bricks,
with mortar and cement,
long since worn away…
Travel
That’s just the way of it though,
rising up and going down,
never really knowing…
Why is it,
that we never quite seem,
to view our travels,
like the epic journeys they could be?..
I know that car ads,
list the range,
to advertise their mileage…
What Irish novelist addressed travel and transportation in his works and later started a luxury car company?…
Riding the rails,
electric wind,
on iron sails…
Breeze in your hair,
sun on your face,
cliffs over the sea…
I once missed a flight,
and imagined the plane taking off,
as if I was inside…
It’s not just,
about going places,
or seeing something new…
Mr. Dickens, if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose?
Is my wife coming along? …
