Wayfaring Habits

I was walking through the woods and came out of the tree line near a stream.

It was dark,

I was cold,

It didn’t matter.

Sun was coming up and it reminded me of the splendor you felt as a child when the vibrant colors of the sky returned after a 48 hour whiteout snow fall.

Wanted to bottle that feeling up in a mason jar and spread it right across all the far stretches and corners of the galaxy.


Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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