The first thing that comes to mind is “not all who wander are lost,” by jrr tolkien. there are many areas of life in which we wander or seem to wander. There is a land of wanderings like abraham. Wandering seems to imply a status of waiting.
Marshall
Wander around the city, I’ve got 20 minutes to spend, looking for international grocery stores and old antique shops, all the places I’ve driven by and wondered about but was too busy to drop in
Jacob had no particular destination today. He saw the hill, and decided to climb it. At first there was stairs, neatly paved with cement, but then the path slowly turned muddy.
He wandered in the suburban woods. Not really far from the city; he can occasionally peak the skyscrapers in-between the tall trees.
He tried not to think about it. He immersed himself in the fresh air and the petrichor. And for now, he had nothing to worry about.
she loved to wander in these woods. the trees towering above her, the moss soft beneath her feet. stepping over roots and rocks and all the little creatures. Never let your foot touch a creature. Everyone knew that. And everyone stayed out of the woods.
This brings memories of walking with pause… It brings songs to mind… Strolling…
The first thing that comes to mind is “not all who wander are lost,” by jrr tolkien. there are many areas of life in which we wander or seem to wander. There is a land of wanderings like abraham. Wandering seems to imply a status of waiting.
Wander around the city, I’ve got 20 minutes to spend, looking for international grocery stores and old antique shops, all the places I’ve driven by and wondered about but was too busy to drop in
Jacob had no particular destination today. He saw the hill, and decided to climb it. At first there was stairs, neatly paved with cement, but then the path slowly turned muddy.
He wandered in the suburban woods. Not really far from the city; he can occasionally peak the skyscrapers in-between the tall trees.
He tried not to think about it. He immersed himself in the fresh air and the petrichor. And for now, he had nothing to worry about.
she loved to wander in these woods. the trees towering above her, the moss soft beneath her feet. stepping over roots and rocks and all the little creatures. Never let your foot touch a creature. Everyone knew that. And everyone stayed out of the woods.