carolina.

nearly every morning. the sun would wake me up. eight o clock or so. and i'd walk over to my window. to greet her. to thank her for the light. the abundant light. and for the day.

and some days were filled with journeys. alongside one of my favourite traveling companions. as we made our way. in search of family. of friends. of places. that i hadn't seen in a year. or more. and we talked about things that were certain. and things that were uncertain. or we didn't talk at all. and simply listened. to the music that followed us. and we agreed that the journeys were worth the miles.

and some days were quieter. traveling on foot. admiring the trees. the fallen leaves. the patches of snow. the frozen lake. and reading. and being. and taking time. and abandoning hurry. days wondering what will be. days in between worlds. trying to make sense of it all. trying to listen.

and i loved when we could sit around the table. for hours. sharing delicious food. and laughter. and memories. as the birds sang. reminding us of time passing. and i didn't have to answer questions. or have a plan. but could just be with people i love. and feel loved.

and questions remain. without answers. as they always will. but somehow what will be will unravel as the journey continues. as i wander. with hope. with open eyes. my soul stumbling upon whatever it was searching for all along.