Smorgasbord

Stepping past the evergreen tree on the edge of the driveway, I feel that its boughs are frosted with snow. I smell the snow. Tonight there is no snow. Prescience or wishful thinking?

Lately I've felt that I can do anything. Write a book? Yes! Paint? Yes! Knit? Of course! I might not do these things well (at least not at first), but do them I can. And perhaps do them I must. I feel like I could be the artsy equivalent of a superhero!

Wanderlust. I have it. As I was driving home tonight, my thoughts wandered to France and how there is so much of the world I haven't seen. There's something incredibly freeing about traveling. The day stretches, empty, yet full of promise. I feel lighter when I travel. Is it because I've thrown off the trappings of ordinary life? There is no job, no house, a minimum of belonging that I carry with me. And I wonder: Would I feel as light and free in my ordinary life if I downsized and shed the majority of my belongings?

There's much to contemplate.