The time has come for travel again. My wanderlust is spiking. I desire the stale air of the plane as it transports me to the life bringing new. Now I head to a faraway place. A place of sun and joy. A place of family. I embrace the experience and what the time will bring to me. What new will I write as I abandon my writing for a time to refill my imagination? Or am I just procrastination? Only time will tell.