When the weather is nice, I have a hard time sitting still. I don't want to be at work, I want to be running, running, running, or pedaling to new and exciting lands, or hiking back to my tent. I want my bare feet to push against the spongy forest floor; I want to forget the noise of traffic and motors and seventh graders and surround myself with wind and birds and nature-silence. I want to be outside.
Thank god I bike to work. Thank god there's a farmer's market and little pockets of nature in Portland. Thank god for running and weekends and summer vacation. But I'm greedy. I want everything. I want to soak in the world, I want to fall every night exhausted into my bed, spent from a day's hard exertion, not just mental but physical. I want to ask everything I can of my body. I want to be outside, roaming, wandering, exploring.
Wanderlust, old friend, welcome back.