My heart begins to beat just a little faster than usual.
The breeze wisps my hair along my sun-kissed face as I gaze out the window.
My mind goes back to lingering thoughts of places gone, places also undiscovered.
These feet used to come alive to the rhythmic Latin sounds that seemed to be my own.
The songs danced in my head, creating bright colors that spilled over my canvases.
Each day, something new.
Traveling to places unseen by my eyes and people there to welcome me.
It may be the coarse sand under my toes, touched by the salty cold ocean water.
The mountains may soar over me, cutting through the sheer clouds above.
Voices of friendly strangers, in languages not often spoken from my own mouth.
My heart desires to travel to these places,
To roll those foreign words off my tongue.
I want to feel my chest swell in excitement of where the next day will take me.
For now, I can just dream out this window as the wind continuously blows.
The sun will glitter through my eyes and be enough for this moment.
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