Sun setting on another weekend. Tonight, the air is cool, refreshing as I walk. Neighborhood is quiet. People sitting on decks and patios, playing guitars on a porch. Walking their dogs. Enjoying the cool before it heats up again later this week.
With vacation time officially here, thinking about the word "travel." A few definitions I found online: To go from one place to another, as on a trip or journey. To be transmitted, as light or sound; move or pass. To advance or proceed. To go about in the company of a certain group; associate with, such as "she travels in wealthy circles."
These people in the photo are traveling to the top of the ridge with a purpose in mind; to see beauty of sun rays traveling through part of the color spectrum as the sun descends. Tomorrow many of us will proceed to work and hopefully advance with plans for the next project. Are we traveling or marking time? And the circles in which I travel? Not the wealthy ones, but definitely some interesting ones.
And through a book I traveled through Paris this weekend, and will travel next to China through another book. And soon we will take a trip to California—another land unto itself.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.