i can feel
the sense of a new place. i can envision it, smell it, wrap my fingers around it. some days I can feel the feeling of new air around me. as if instead of besting this place through exploration, there, it will be the wind that blows that maps
me, making note of my placement in its time and space. i can sense the way in which my eyes will hold a certain kind of gaze while walking through this place, head tilted and squinty eyed for all its unfamiliarity, for certain, but i'll feel the welcome of it. close and unfurling.
to the new land(s) i've never been before, i'll come upon you soon.
wait for me........ . . .
first image taken in Boston by my good friend
melwren | check her out
