As I was laying in bed last night I remembered that it was Tuesday and I had not posted anything for SPT. Instead of getting out from under warm covers, I spent some time thinking: what is my history anyway?
This morning I looked through photos only to find that I have almost no pictures from my childhood. But what I do have is boxes and albums full of photos from my travels. In those pictures I see a deep sense of calm; I see someone who is happy and healthy and glad to be alive. Yes, it's true, I have a traveling soul. I would have liked to collage a timeline of all my journeys, but that would take all day.
So instead, I leave you with a small moment of peace that I found while in Italy. I hope you can feel it too.