Today's love: the cold wind that gusts before a storm. The tenacious, black clouds looming ever-closer. The low hum of the wind whistling over an open beer bottle. The last, lone sailboat slipping into the harbor. The shrill whistling of the wind through the screens on the back porch. The cicadas bursting into their cacophonous riot just before the storm clouds pass.
Today I started Alain de Botton's The Art of Travel and the first 50 pages promise a wonderful read. I would recommend this book to anyone in love with the mysteries of travel. He certainly has a way of putting into words what I have inevitably felt, at one point or another, on almost every journey I've taken.
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