Where the Road, and the Pen, Leads

Leaving behind old ways, the interminable rut, filthy habits, worn-out relationships, the stultifying everyday sameness of routine, breaking out of the box, and becoming new.

Travel writing plays up this longing, taking us places we dream of and whisper about on nights of the full moon, when anything seems possible, when the world lies before us, sparkling like rubies in a queen’s crown.

 And smale foules maken melodie,
That slepen alle night with open eye,
So priketh hem nature in hir corages;
Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages.
          Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9.
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