One of the most exquisite feelings I’ve ever had is the one of realizing you are in a place where you’ve never, ever been before, and you have time to explore on your own terms.
I’ve felt it driving around Pennsylvania, up mountains and through corn fields; I’ve felt it racing across trails in the Rockies winding ever higher; I’ve felt it when I found myself, rather by accident, in a part of Boston I’d never seen before, alone, on a cold sunny morning when I had no obligations until the afternoon.
It is a feeling that I’ve imagined could go on forever, as long as I keep moving into that which I have never seen before.
I’ve felt it driving around Pennsylvania, up mountains and through corn fields; I’ve felt it racing across trails in the Rockies winding ever higher; I’ve felt it when I found myself, rather by accident, in a part of Boston I’d never seen before, alone, on a cold sunny morning when I had no obligations until the afternoon.
It is a feeling that I’ve imagined could go on forever, as long as I keep moving into that which I have never seen before.
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