The Road Awaits

Imagine waking up in the mountains, the smell of fresh pine filling your senses. The embers from last night's fire emit a soft crimson glow and a coolness prompts another shuffle under the bounty of plush covers.

Eventually, the desire for coffee overwhelms the desire to be horizontal. Staring out the window while grinding fresh, locally purchased coffee beans, wildlife turns the picturesque scene into their playground. Soon the aroma of fresh coffee fills the air, along with cedar used to stoke the fire.

Each sip of morning coffee is a glorious one. With nowhere to be and no plans in the foreseeable future, it is easy to let down, be present, and take in the intrigue and mysteries of mother nature. In the distance the road calls. Where will sunset be tonight?

This is wanderlust. The insatiable desire to see the world and be free of schedule and rigid life-rules; to live fully in the moment the way you want to, not as others say you have to or should. The road awaits and I cannot wait for the road.