My Travelogue

After two weeks of riding the winds across the world, I return to the nest where my heart had perched all along. Meeting old souls and young flames was a melody of warmth, Their greetings, like golden threads, wove memories into my soul. Living alone in my quiet cocoon, I had forgotten the dance of life, But among many hearts under one roof, I felt the fire rekindle. The walls may have worn the years like ancient scrolls, Yet the laughter within them lit the halls like chandeliers of joy. Some lands felt like overflowing treasure chests, Where a simple coin made me a king, if only for a day. Others stood like castles on high cliffs, unreachable, Yet the kindness of strangers built bridges across our differences. I longed to stand before the great wonders, But the stormy whims of weather and health held me back. Perhaps, through the looking glass of a screen, I shall still taste the marvels of my fleeting odyssey.