Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And

The Urge To Travel Feels Magnetic. Two Of My Favorite Words Are Linked: Departure Time. And Travel Whets The Emotions, Turns Upside Down The Memory Bank, And The Golden Coins Scatter.

Any Arbitrary Turning Along The Way And I Would Be Elsewhere; I Would Be Different.

Five Tender Apricots In A Blue Bowl, A Brief And Exact Promise Of Things To Come.

May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps Dragging Me Backward.