It comes like a wave.
My whole body sinking.
It crushes my head like the undertow of the sea, in the form of a kind reminder.
It is reminding me I need to be on the open road.
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For strangers are my friends.
The road is my home.
The forest is my garden.
The rain is my much needed shower.
The ocean my 35,800 ft deep pool.
The mountains are my cozy new furniture.
The clouds are the pictures hanging in my freshly painted living room.
The rivers are my leaking sinks that will never get fixed.
The wind is my a/c (and I'm constantly changing the thermostat).
The grass is my rug that will always be sufficient. The valleys my quiet place.


Why would I build a building with walls and a roof blocking out of the vastness of the world dancing, moving, and breathing?