It's the middle of September and the year, as usual, has run away again. This weekend it's time to have a little downtime and my wife and I are off for a little excursion. We have chosen exactly the correct time too; summer has already decided to hurry off and leave the windy, blustery fall in its place. But we can't complain. It's the very nature of the seasons that keep us waiting and anticipating what is coming next.
Where did it all go wrong? Why do we not travel like gypsies any more? Have we become so materialistic and staid in our lives that we have lost that desire? We are the only wild animals on the planet to have become truly domesticated. Such a shame.
So, it's time to break out this weekend and shatter those shackles. I refuse to remain domesticated. I want to travel like the rest of the birds and the animals on this planet. Give me courage.