February 23, 2013

{ a case of you }


trav·el  /ˈtravəl/ verb: make a journey, typically of some length or abroad.

Long car rides, cross-atlantic-cross-pacific-cross-continental plane rides. Baggies full of candy, playlists composed, sunglasses pushed up over our foreheads, sitting on the bridges of our noses. A gentle shift of the transmission, hand over mine at takeoff, open windows, the place where the night sky kisses the dark tops of trees. Song lyrics belted out, palms and fingertips against the steering wheel drum set, laughter and laughter and laughter... Backpacks or suitcases, off-the-beaten-path tiny coffee houses where the locals discuss town politics and fine wine, the golden light of the Eiffel Tower at sunset, late nights or early mornings, afternoon naps, crackers or steak for dinner. Showers optional and sleeping bags rolled up, champagne room service, say hello in every language. Step by step, the miles rolling by, side by side, you and I.


  1. Beautiful photo, and lovely writing. It makes me want to travel somewhere (although, when don't I have a case of wanderlust?)
    <3 Kiersten

    1. Thank you! I'm the same way - a total case of perpetual wanderlust... sigh.

  2. Travel bug indeed - I think I just caught it from you!