Thoughts about travel.

Now as an adult, I have often known the peculiar legacy time brings to the traveler: the longing to seek out a place a second time, to find deliberately what was once stumbled upon accidentally. To recapture the feeling of discovery. Sometimes I’ll search again for a place that was not remarkable in itself - I will look for it simply because I remember it. If I do find it, of course, everything is different. The rough-hewn door is still there, but it’s much smaller; the day is cloudy instead of brilliant; it’s spring instead of autumn; I’m alone instead of there with friends. Or worse, I’m there with friends instead of alone.