It is time my friends.
Time for roaming to begin again.
Time for paths to be wandered.
Time for trails to be followed.
Time for roads to be rambled.
Spring is here and I am lost to the sunshine.
The ache of my heart is being stilled on bike rides and long ranging walks with my loves.
The longing of my soul is refreshed on the breezes of March. The wind blows and my mind clears out the cobwebs.
The season of adventures is upon me and I simply must go.
Get outside my friends. Light a fire, gaze after the moon, squish boots into the mud, breathe deep the clean air of a fresh season. Your very soul will thank you.
Longing For Home 