Staring out the window
Written by hootenannie on October 19th, 2009On my way back from Boston last night, flying between Chicago and Nashville, I looked out my window to the west. The gloaming light was punctuated by the remains of the sunset, blazing melon and pink, both and the same, swirling like tie-dye. As we headed further south, the colors settled into a solid stripe of vivid orange, dimming into a hazy rust, and then, eventually, just darkness.
I don’t know that I will ever shake my wanderlust.
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DON’T shake it! Keep wandering for your entire lifetime. I’ll never shake mine :-)
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I don’t know that we’re supposed to. Traveling gives us good reminders of sojourning. Which is both one of my favorite words, and something I think we’re supposed to do. Sojourn on.
So, traveling mercies, sweet sojourner.
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Go west, young lass.
Specifically, to Seattle.
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Gretta’s right.
I think the urge to wander is a good thing.
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“It should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led west.”
Wallace Stegner, The American West as Living Space.
Dear Annie, I feel it everytime I look out on Pikes Peak. Maybe you should move nearby and we could use this platform as a gateway to the wilderness, the ultimate wander.
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i love wanderlust. both the concept and the word–what a gorgeous word. i also love that we were in boston just a week apart from each other! go boston.