I always knew I loved to travel, but never as much as the last year and a half living under a global pandemic, forced to remain idle. As a way to help satisfy my craving, desire, need, until I personally feel safe to travel again, I did as I always do and turned to the arts and my overactive imagination. Enjoy this poem, a sort of letter if you will, and some of my favorite photographs of a time my breath was truly taken away. I look forward to such times again and to visit friends near and far.
With your scents, foreign;
tongue, seductive and strange;
with your presence, uncharted, mysterious;
you breed beyond longing – addiction,
arresting virgin eyes with your secrets.
A puzzle for the heart.
And though you remain indefinable,
infinitely evolving in taste and territory,
love and language,
your fluidity enamors;
from the Grande to the Darling;
as you forever shall be valued.
My darling, divine.
My world, sublime.