“Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.”

“A half-open window.Morning-fresh air carriescurious sunlight into a bedroom.Flecks of dust shimmer yellow-gold.Four feet, entwined under white sheets.Joni's Blue, on the player.Delicate curtains slow-danceto Sunday's tune.Laughter.Talk of: what for breakfast?Anything. Anything at all.”

“Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.”