It's been difficult to stay indoors.
My feet have itched and I look at the solid blanket of gold covering the lawn and think of the yellow brick road. Somewhere there is a destination I want to discover. Out is just so... magical lately.
On that, I've been thinking on wanderlust. My own definition of the drive that shimmies up the spine, sets toes tapping, that has the jacket pulled on and the scarf wound before one even knows where. I want to see it all, but more than anything, I want to wander the earth right around me. To walk the same mountains in all seasons, to see the leaves drop from a particular maple and know that just the week before, all was fushia and bright. To know where the elk have been bedding down, tucking that knowledge away to check for antlers after the freeze. To note the rise of the river or the creep of the snow line. I'm thinking on it.
where do your feet itch?