Lone Wanderer.

Photo by : Emily Boffeli

As I sit here in the garden and let what feels like the first warmth of Spring fall over me, I wonder where I’ll migrate to next.

What path will I follow and where will I plant my feet next. Will I wander with the wolves in the desert or flow through the next city like a river.

I want an environment that will help flourish my growth and water my ideas.

But in life, you don’t often get what you want, but rather what you need, so until then, I’ll get lost in these adventures, and always end up longing for you.​