There is regeneration in spring; a rebirth to spirit in travel. As autumn with its changing colours embrace my home, I fly to the spring and its new hope. In this new land, familiar but new, I soar about the new sites. I drink in the light, the smells, the textures that make this place itself and not some other. These drawn lines will connect to the pictures in my mind and I will hear the stories that I will tell for the coming year.
Holidays. Taking a break from that which is normal to walk where those unlike me have walked is enabling. I see, I hear, I write. I form new worlds from ours. This is my love. I travel, I fly. And spring brings a rebirth to my creativity. One I can return to the autumn and paint in glorious colours.