The Opening Act

Winter comes
And my feet are weary of wear
In the cold dawn
My soul feels frozen by the air
And all those feelings
That make me so prone to roam
Start hibernating
And my mind starts missing home
The wind is strong now
And it sings me to sleep at night
Where my warm dreams
Take my gypsy soul in flight
To the ocean
To the mountains and the plains
And my feet start
Wanting to roam again
Like a circle
That never knows an end
A gypsy's freedom
Will always surface again
And in the springtime
With the blooming of the rose
I'll pack my bags up
And I'll take again to the road


I wrote that while picking cotton on a cold winter day in Lubbock, Texas. It was a fitting description for the last year of my life and a fitting beginning for my new journey abroad. This time around, there will be less movement and more learning. Less travel and more experience. Less to see and more to do. I can't promise that my entries will be as exciting or varied but bare with me...

They say every journey starts with a single step. Consider this the first of many...

Love from the road...