Every now and again, not always, but sometimes there is something modest about a Monday. These plainly painted beige walls that hold me in are quiet today. Maybe it's because my Boss (both of them for that matter) has decided to take the day off. Or maybe it's because the office is too tired to make a lot of noise for their weekends have left them drained. Either way, I'll take it.
But while the tranquility of it all this quietness is serene, my spirit is restless. This is not my chosen profession. Don't get me wrong, I'm good at what I do but my soul knows this is not where I'm meant to be. However, responsibility is calling my name loud and clear. -- Ugh, I just want to be in the wind. Waking up with the warm sun and seeing that I know none of my surroundings. THAT. That is where I'm meant to be. It's there that my spirits are at rest. The world is vast and I wish to see as much of it as possible with the time I have here.
When the time is right, the wind and I shall meet again to tell the tale of adventure. Until then...