humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Ode to Paris
Paris is the beloved city of thousands of people around the world. It is a city that is associated with memories, love, vacations, and the education of people from various backgrounds. It is also geographically a place of freedom. Furthermore, it is no coincidence that, for decades, many persecuted people who manage to escape the dictatorial and totalitarian regimes of their countries have often chosen Paris as a safe haven.
By George Karouzakis 5 years ago in Wander
Lost
Your existence is the echo of the night wind escaping. An unplanned trip brings unexpected peace to the heart. The bus is attached to the rolling Panshan Highway, and it is a cliff with a low eyebrow. It's a long drive, and the sun is flickering because of thick clouds. I tilted my head and suppressed my eyes in the nearby L. She sat quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, and her hair was as neat as the mood. Do you know, for many years, I am willing to stay where I am, quietly observing the attitude of neglecting words and deeds, and how I have an extremely pleasing root in you? After a few hours of turbulence, I finally arrived at my destination. When I got off the bus, I smelled the clear air after a storm comes a calm, and there were few passengers around me. I took my step, took a big breath and stretched my limbs, which made the air flowing around me drive myself to secretly rot in a corner of the city.
By Emiliconvinci.168825 years ago in Wander
Travel with your heart
No matter what season, traveling will change a person's mood for a period of time. Every day, we shuttle in the busy city, occasionally feel a little lonely, sometimes shuttle in the confused street scene, and sometimes feel familiar but unfamiliar. In the bustling city, there are many lonely and tired souls, with faces scattered in this reinforced concrete jungle. It is our eternal pursuit and final destination to quickly pass through the lush and vast land outside the window of the car.
By barthotzcxcqt5 years ago in Wander
You Can Find Awe Where the Words Run Out
This is where the words run out Between white-crowned mountains striped with shadows and furred by forests, on the slow-breathing skin of an ancient lake. The reflective water turns the mountains upside down. The sun becomes a bright bar of gold that points at everyone who looks at it.
By Ryan Frawley5 years ago in Wander
Nature Journal
It’s been raining for what feels like weeks. But over the last few days something has changed. The skies have grown a brighter blue and the clouds have slowly dissipated from the ugly dark grey to white and fluffy and then nothing at all. Leaving a sea of blue above us in the sky.
By Charlotte Fay5 years ago in Wander
Here, or Anywhere
You’re here looking for answers. Or, you’re here knowing you’ll guffaw at the ones offered to you like they’re tiny golden gifts from the stars and not overwritten, under-developed fortune cookies. But you’re here anyway. You like being here. You like being anywhere.
By Tina Wargo5 years ago in Wander
We Ran away from Scout camp.
I am listening as my mother and twin brother and scout leader argue. John declines the offer to enter grizzly bear country, John is my twin brother almost been side by side our whole lives. I laugh inside as I tune in, I ask myself the question, is he scared of a grizzly bear and I answer myself, I know I am. I am in the room next to them with a half wall separating my noisy ears from there conversation. So I tune in more as John hesitates to explain to the Church guy/scout leader, "well ya.. um you see I have this girl, her name is Heidi and her parents invited me to lake Powell from Friday to Sunday", "Great, you can come with us from Monday to Thursday" brother Page responds and I tune in to the plan that's designed. I realize this guy is full of shit and what he says is a lie. I knew it was a trap and a way for a church guy to be noble and ruin fun. But I act like I believe the guy and go along. "Kerry what do you say"?, "You and I will canoe John out of the camp to meet your mom Thursday so he can be with his shmirlfriend". Nodding even tho the color of his eyes were even brown., "yes I will make sure we get John out" I had done the high adventure briefing that twin was not there for because he was probably smooching his shmirlfriend. I knew the canoe ride alone was dangerous full of bear fishing waterholes. We were to canoe from Lewis lake up a 6 mile river to Shashone lake. I knew how badly lake Powell was a priority for John but man brother that's quiete the distance to go. In my mind I ask will he be ready for this journey, having a sense of the future through imagination. The deal is done John is added to the list of lunatics wanting to adventure through the back country. The day arrives, Monday is here and we unload our canoes getting our water proof containers (buckets) ready. I am dazing off staring at the girls group readying themselves for a hike. Listening more to their hike debriefing than our trip. Interrupted and taken from my dream Of wishing I were on that hike instead. I get a shout from Denny say "Kerry kid, hey are you paying attention". He saw where my eyes were wondering and probably judging my thoughts because that's what this guy did. I answered "yeah sure, of course" but I wasn't listening at all I had already heard and listened to the bad news of the unforgiving nature. Meaning the water and lakes were to be crossed and trailed in a specific manner. Denny is a ex special forces ranger. He never complains, and is like a geriatric GI Joe. He says to me, "okay than what is brother Page saying"?, "This is no joke Kerry scouts from a troop capsized and died of hypothermia"He responded,
By Kebrah Khool 5 years ago in Wander
Notes on Playing in Taut Ravines
When I was a young child, I had a wild heart. I was defiant and feral. When we moved out into the county from the heart of suburbia, I was five and a half years old…and I spent most of my time playing alone outside. I ranged the miles and miles of open, gently rolling hills behind our property, for years, without even a dog’s protection. And, closer to home, I played in a semi-deep ravine, the outlet of our neighbor’s deer pond. Its quiet rich earth seemingly always a moment’s breath away from breaking, the top crumbling down to meet the soft loamy bottom soil below. A drier and deeper ravine lead from a usually dry creek to our opposite neighbor’s stock pond. Both of these ravines were dangerous in their own right. The soft dark and deep chasm to the right of our property seemed a faery realm, but it was only held up by the roots of a perpetually falling burl oak. The other, a dry gash of parched earth, promised rattlers and other dangerous animals.
By Anna Cunningham5 years ago in Wander
