The past days are spent in this remote-controlled absent-minded unhurried state of Getting READY.
There are things I will leave behind. There are things I will meet. Which are those of greater importance?
I have learned to travel light. This is because the heart is a burden enough to carry. what shall my soul do, my soul does not travel so fast. For some time, at that end, I will be soul-less.
The tickets are ready. The backpack is ready. The boots, ready to be put on. I look at the birds of flight and think of the compulsion to travel. Leave, to return only.