I wrote this while traveling again. This time, I was on my way to Morocco from Paris after my classes had ended. Edited once again... this time because my sentences often didn't make grammatical sense...
Watching the Pyrenees of Euskal Herria fly by below. Thin ridges jutting through a layer of clouds. Covered by morning sunlight. North faces of the high peaks still have snow. Getting that feeling again... Imagining those mountains close-up from this general view. Valleys to explore, more potential routes than I can count... That feeling feels like longing... longing for the comfort of unfamiliarity... the comfort of Home. I'd love to be Home right now. Hell, maybe I'll come back... because Home for me is really just Love, Adventure, and the Mountains.
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