Time

Time is the fire that nips at my heels. Ride and ride faster.

Nomad

Each time I trek to a far away place, I find a little piece of myself. That piece that chases after a color, smell, delectable, spoken word, gesture or ritual. The moments conjure a memory of long ago. They explain the beauty of how I and every other soul came to be as well. When I see a foreigner, I know we are shadows of one another. He, in turn, notices a stranger in a familiar land as not only admirer but long lost family. We take our hearts wherever we go.