We who travel more often than not, often wake up and wonder where am I now? I’m not a steady traveler, but do get beyond town several times a year. Every now, then and again, one may wake up and wonder where. This happens.
An unfamiliar city. A lonely, identikit hotel room.
And we’ve been there, before waking up, a sense of of time, space & place drifts into the soul. And then, as conscious resurrects into the presence, our anchors remain present. I’ve even come home after a trip, only to feel the wonder of the wander – where am I now.
Take a look at Gemma’s blog. She speaks to a stories you remember and have told before.
Enjoy the San Antonio sunrise.