Every corner of this world is waiting. Waiting for an explorer. Waiting to change. Waiting to whisper to me. Seductively it calls to me to leave what I know and venture beyond the familiar. Tantalizing words spoken on the wind. Crashing demands slammed down in torrential rain. Soft beckoning of the graceful lacy snowflakes. I desire to adventure, running wildly like a Hobbit, shouting over his shoulder as he embarks. This big wide world is calling to me, I must go. I will return to tell of my experiences, but I would rather, you came along.
Travel well my friends.