I’m leaving to be on the road again, this time to the fun-filled theme parks of Orlando and sun-drenced peninsula of South Beach, sandwiched between a couple of gigs. It’s the first time in 2011 I will be wearing my bikinis, considering how busy this last summer was, I did not have one chance to slip into anything poolside. It’s also the first resort vacation the Mr. and I will be taking together since our wedding, and there’s too much excitement bubbling inside me to even be laid out in type :).
In the meantime, I leave you a poem about wanderlust by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
THE railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.